Entomology was never a draw for me. I have vivid memories of my grandmother squishing a monstrous-size June bug in her hands when I squealed looking at it. (We were in the basement and I was a pipsqueak.)
Last night, however, I truly appreciated crickets. It was still, cool enough to enjoy the sunset, with crickets serenading me for a few precious moments of the evening. No traffic. No barking dogs. Just myself and the chorus.
I still can’t stand to squish a bug, but for the sake of my children and grandchild, I would do just what my grandmother did, should their lives be imperiled by a bug.