Nick was driven mad last night by incessant chirping of a cricket and finally, in the dead of night, his rage had turned to bloodlust. He believed he had localized the sound to behind the refrigerator. Upon grabbing a cricket killing tool, in the form of a piece of cardboard, he wisely did a 'bug check' and found a scorpion hanging out and can certainly be assumed he was likely plotting the painful and agonizing end to Nick. As Nick recounted in the morning, he involuntarily dropped the cardboard and made a sound somewhere between chocking and dry heaving. Frantically he seized a scorpion killing tool as the evil 'Y' scurried across the floor, finally killing it in a primal surge of adrenaline.
Fueled by the success of one bug death, he furiously slid the cardboard under the refrigerator in a vain attempt of smashing the insect against the wall. The cricket must have wizened up after hearing the commotion of bloodshed because Nick told us how he sat in from of the refrigerator, silently in the dark, until he was satisfied that the cricket had learnt his lesson. Vindicated Nick sleepily made his way back to the couch, getting comfortable just in time to hear the cricket, now joined by older and louder brother, begin anew.
The arachnid slayer himself. Probably calling in a hit.
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