Kevin the grey said:
Nah, they was crickets. I got 'spereance wi' them kitchen crickets from when I was finishing my university education in Moscow, USSR.
We was livin in the dormitory, on the 9th floor, and it was winter. They would fumigate, or spread poison, or whatever they did to get rid of them one floor at a time. And it worked. They got rid of the little beggars one floor at a time. They moved to the adjacent floors. They wasn't big, but there was no shortage of 'em. One of my dorm mates went whacko once and slapped one that was sitting on the wall listening to him talk. Popped it in his mouth and swallowed it down.
After I left Moscow I went to Spain to visit my bro. He was in Seville, staying in an apartment. One day he says "I need to put out poison. We have a cockroach."
"Hah," says I. "We had hundreds of 'em in the dorms. One doesn't seem like much of a problem."
"Well, we just one," says he.
Next day I was in the kitchen and went to take a rag off the table. Be damned if some critter about the size of a full grown mouse went skittering off. Hell, I went skittering off, too.
"What the hell was that?" I asks my brother. "Oh, that was the cockroach," says he.
Nah, I don't want no part o' eating your "kitchen crickets," 'specially the Spanish variety.
James