Chirp. Chirp.

About 3 weeks ago my group at work moved into the basement of a new office building. Yes... it's the basement despite my employer's weak attempt to disguise that fact by calling it the first floor. But I know my floors. This is definitely the basement. Granted it's a walk-out basement but it's a basement nonetheless.

How do I know?

Like all good basements, we have a cricket.

Our cricket is chirping. It's down the hallway. In a locked closet. In a locked closet a cricket is chirping.

My group has a cricket. The VPW cricket. The VPW cricket chirps.

Jumping Jiminy.
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