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OMG, I would have had heart failure on the spot based on some of the stories you all have shared. I am absolutely PETRIFIED of crickets. Any kind of crickets. Sometimes I see them in basements of houses I show, and my skin just starts crawling. It is very difficult to maintain my professionalism at those times! Fortunately I've had sympathetic or empathetic clients who just chuckle. I'm lucky if the missus is along, for she is sometimes as skeeved out as I am. The last time I saw one in a house, it was a big black one in the kitchen sink, and it jumped about 3 feet in the air and landed on the wall way above the sink and started crawling up the wall. The wife and I both screamed in unison! Her husband just started laughing. With this thread, I had to have my son scroll down past the pictures for me - I would rather look at Wizard's goat pix or headless deer pix than these of crickets! Are these crickets there all the time? Do they manage to stay alive during the winter too? It's strange, spiders don't bother me, or any other bug too much - just crickets and grasshoppers, any bug that hops, but mostly crickets. They're just so damn ugly and hideous looking. So thx for the warning - I know to stay out of some of these places mentioned where they hide out! jgurbisz, you are one brave soul for taking those pictures. I could tell from the edge they were closeups, and that's when I called my son in - he thought they were awesome, btw! I just could not look at them. I tried, but no go.

P.S. - This is how bad my fear is - one time there was one crawling on my dashboard inside the car. I immediately stopped the car, threw it into park, and jumped out, refusing to get back in, until I was able to wave another motorist down who got it out for me, as he laughed the whole while! Also while I was pregnant with my older son, one jumped on my hand, and I was hyperventilating so badly my mother at first thought I was having a heart attack and then thought I had begun to go into labor! I couldn't even talk to tell her what happened - she just kept asking me questions and all I could do was violently shake my head no. So I completely understand anyone else being afraid of them or being skeeved by them. Until recently, I had always thought I was the only one in the world!

OMG, I would have died, literally died, rather than crawl thru or rush past. I would not have survived, really - heart failure would have surely taken me. Re: the septic tank, if it was that old, guess what they call 'em in the industry..."cesspools". So now you can say you've literally been in a cesspool! Nice, huh? wow, lostinjersey, you've really been around!

In my first home I bought with my then-husband, we had them bad in the house. We had sliding glass doors leading to the deck out back, with curtains hanging in front. When we would come downstairs in the morning, these huge black crickets would be all over the curtains, climbing up them toward the ceiling. I would have the vacuum handy, 10' attachments snapped on, plugged in, ready for fire. I would turn it on and just start sucking them up off the curtains, until there were none left. That was terrifying enough for me, but otherwise they would have been all over the house eventually!

At that same house, one night I was sitting on the couch. I had a perm, so my hair was curly. I kept feeling something moving around in my hair, but couldn't get it out. Then I saw the dreaded long leg of a daddy long legger poking around in my bangs, right in front of my eyes! I flicked him out of my hair like lightning, letting out blood-curdling screams all the while. They would have won an Oscar had someone recorded them and used them in a movie soundtrack.

Another time, I was standing out front of a restaurant, waiting for a friend to meet me for lunch. It was a warm spring day. This huge insect, what I believe to be a locust, flew at me and landed on the front of my shirt, attaching himself. I kept lifting my shirt, flapping it back and forth as much as I could, trying to get him to fly off, but he insisted on staying stuck to my shirt. I'm sure I was screaming all the while, but no one else was around to help. I had to finally use my finger to flick him, and I did it quite hard, b/c I wanted it to work first try. It did - and he finally flew away! He was so huge, the size of a small bird, grayish-black in color, with very large eyes. He actually looked like some sort of alien species to me, with those eyes! It was one of the more disgusting events of my life. Even worse than daddy long legs! When I touched him to get him off my shirt, it took everything I had in me to do so. But I was not about to wait until he decided to leave on his own. His body was thick and solid, and had quite a bit of meat and substance to it. He was larger than a mouse or some other little rodent! The only thing that would have made it worse would have been if he were a CRICKET! Eew!!

And there was a huge black hairy spider that was in the basement of a house I showed the other day by Alloway Creek in Salem County...we nicknamed him "Tarantula". He was about 6" in diameter, and his legs weren't even totally outstretched. Took a picture with my cell, but alas, he was blacked out.