This article highlights some chronological data on the insect Cricket, while simultaneously broadening the scope of the myth of good and bad luck, behind them in relation to humans.
Crickets; (family Gryllidae) known as the true crickets, are related to the grasshoppers, but are more closely related to the katydids called (the family Tettigoniidae) bush crickets. These insects are as cold-blooded as other animals, and will adapt to the temperature of their surrounding.
There are about 900 species of crickets and they tend to be nocturnal. Some of the more common types are the field crickets, the camel crickets and the house crickets that are sometimes mistaken for grasshoppers, because of their similar flattened body structure, and large jumping hind legs. They have long antennae that are sometimes longer than even their entire bodies.
Crickets live up to a year and some with a lesser life span, however the house cricket will live up to a year or longer in the warmth of a house surrounding until it dies of old age. They usually eat fabric, paper and food to survive, but not so for the field crickets as they unfortunately dies by the winter.
During the winter crickets survive from generation to generation by hatching their eggs in the soil where these eggs can survive the winter after these crickets die, their eggs later hatched. Their nymphs take up to ninety days to turn adults and in turn mate and lay their eggs in the soil, before the winter killed them also.
The Mole cricket is one type of cricket that can live up to two years and withstand the cold or old age. They lived deep down in the soil and spend most of their lives in the ground, but eventually dies too.
Only the male crickets chirp and it is sometimes to attract the female ones or to repel other male crickets but when house crickets chirp it signifies good or bad luck for humans. This chirping sound happened because of a large vein that ran at the bottom of each wing which has teeth more like a comb. The sound is created by running the top of one wing along the teeth at the bottom of the other wing. In the meantime the cricket opened its wings so that the wing membranes can act as acoustical sails.
While the cricket is harmless to humans, it can be a nuisance as in some particular seasons, they come in abundance than other times. In many parts of the world the cricket is known to bring good fortune in whatever household it stumbled in, and is deemed a lucky charm for member(s) of that household for a certain period of time, providing that it stays at its own free will and chirps happily and loudly. It is the luckiest thing in the world, some mythological data revealed and goes on to mention the bee is one other similar insect known to represent a sign of good luck.
In Barbados, a loud chirping cricket means money is coming in; hence it’s strict rule that cricket must not be killed or evicted if it chirps inside the house. However, another type of cricket that is less noisy forebodes illness or death. (Forde 1988)
In Zambia, the Gryllotalpa africanus cricket is held to bring good fortune to anyone who sees it. (Mbata 1999).
Persons, who believe in this myth, take all the measures to preserve it but in truth you can’t force good luck, it has to come freely and natural. So next time if a cricket enters your place of dwelling, leave it alone. It is supposed to spread its luck whatever that might be and at its own free will.
Meanwhile some persons had never even observed the coincidence of an annoying cricket and the rise of good luck shortly after. Unnoticeably it occurs as often as the sun rises and sets.
Take note of this particular case several years ago in rural Jamaica:
This one hind-legged cricket crawled with much awkwardness and assuming pain, as it tried to maneuver its balance with difficulty. The old man on the couch had slightly lamed it, as he slapped at something, next to his arm. Lucky for the cricket, only a leg was broken when it landed on the floor. The man had seemingly forgotten about the terribly loud chirping a couple of nights back.
With abruptness, the cricket stopped at the foot of a shiny black stiletto heel, some three or four inches away. Antennae lifted as if beckoning, the other stiletto heel leg, crossed and hang in the air, above the floor. Unaware that one shift of that foot could end its life instantly, how sad, after it had unsuspectingly brought so much good luck into that household as the couple had won the lottery. The cricket started its journey once more, slowly and retarded, away from the accident and closer to the refreshing air. It smelled like fun and freedom so it made one difficult but happy leap and flopped into a patch of grass outdoor.
Could it be that crickets never really spread luck? But that they could just gravitate to it? In life there are all kinds of opportunities. I believe it’s just the right moment that one seize which impact one’s fate.