The Iowa Porkettes Confront Crickets
"If you can't sleep because a cricket is chirping, here's
a sure cure. Put a wet washcloth in your kitchen or bathroom sink at night---you'll
find your noisy neighbor hiding there in the morning."
---from a 1989 issue of the Ladies' Pork Journal, the official publication
of the Iowa Porkettes, the Women's Auxiliary of the Iowa Pork Producer's
Association (now merged with the main organization, but not in 1989).
does a damp, soft, and dark space irresistibly attract the songster? Are
they really thinking it's a burrow? How do they find it---do they smell
it out? But they do: I don't doubt the Porkettes.
After broadcasting a night's worth of chirping,
the cricket is tired, ready to lay harp and mirror carefully down and get
some shut-eye. But first the cricket must hop or spring with all its might---from
floor to chair to countertop to sink---to find this den.
Are crickets to be thrown away like garbage? Carefully cradled and set outside?
a cricket chirping in its burrow, specially amplified to project its call
as far as possible, with an early homo sapiens drawing on the wall of a
cave. The cricket sends out its burrow-song, the human leaves drawings of
hoped-for prey mixed in with the artist's own hand-prints....
Resonant Systems Abstract:
A Nearest-Neighbor Analysis
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