This thread reminds me of the time when I first went away to college. I had my private room, at least I thought I had anyway. After the first few nights, a cricket was in the pipes. He made noises ALLL FRICKIN NIGHT long! I would get up and slam doors, he'd stop for a couple minutes, then start up again. I can't remember exactly how long it lasted, but too long I know. I'd see the cricket in my bathroom a few times, I tried to catch it, but never had any luck. At the end of my year at that college when I was clearing out my room, I was cleaning out the area under my sink and who do I find? The cricket!!! Dead of course, but I found it.