This is the nasty but necessary post about crickets. They've been around our house about as long as the grasshoppers but just not as pretty or fun to talk about. Most of the ones we have are brownish rather than black. Somehow that makes them look nastier because you can see more of their insides. For some reason they seem to come inside the house more than grasshoppers so become more of a nuisance inside. They get inside my shoes. Yuck. They hide in wet towels. Yuck.
I haven't found their useful purpose yet. I'm confident God made them for a reason. Chirping music? Chicken food, maybe?