I was tenting my way across country and stopped in central Pennsylvania.  I woke up to the sound of crickets chirping all around me.  Lying there, I listened to two of them outside my tent.

“Ert – ert – ert,” one of the crickets chirped.

Another squeaked at a slightly higher pitch a few feet away,

“Eet – eet – eet.”

They squeaked back and forth for a while, and I noticed they were getting closer and closer together.

Eventually they found each other and they started singing a new song,

“Ert – eet – ert – eet – ert – eet.”

I let them go at it for a while then tapped the side of my tent.  I had a long day ahead of me.