*chirp*

So it's winter-ish here in Sin City, and that means all the bugs are dying. Or dead.

Or, in our case, trying to find a warm place to hide out. And the warmest place a nest of crickets has found happens to be inside our walls.

It's great, though, because now whenever I tell a joke, there's the cricket chirp that I so require for an even greater punchline.

I want a Pepsi.