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In early July, I was allowed by my doctor to return to the gym. I can only do cardio work, however. So, I got on the treadmill for about 15 minutes just to get back into the swing of things. I decided to shower and change there. I went to the bathroom, got all my stuff out, completely undressed, pulled back the shower curtain and there, wagging its antennae near the shower drain, was a cricket. Nope. Not today, Satan. I slowly shut the curtain, backed away, got dressed quietly, put all my stuff back in my bag and decided, "Nope, I will just drive 30 minutes, hot and sweaty, and shower at home. No thank you." That little demon could have that shower. So, yes, I'm a 35-year-old grown man, and I'm afraid of crickets. I'm not ashamed to admit it. We all have our quirks. But if you need a spider, beetle or something else removed from your vicinity, I have no problem with that. Except wasps and bees. I'm allergic. If I'm visiting and a cricket gets in your home, I'm gone. That's just the way things have to be.