Que Hijo de Putica Grillo para Joder

So for those of you wondering what the hack the title means I first have to tell you that in Costa Rica unlike every other country in latin america, joder, hijo de puta and its derivative hijo de putica, pendejo etc are not considered swears. At first I was alarmed at hearing young children say that their stomach was jodido (from the word joder), but then I realized that here it is fine to swear because there is no word that is taboo!!!
Anwho the title means "What a SOB Cricket to F*%# around"or to F*%# up your sleep in our case. That my friends is where my story begins. So on Tuesday night probably around the hours of 9 o´clock at night, one hour after everyone in my town goes to sleep, a cricket found its way into the ceiling of my house. For those of you who aren´t aware in Costa Rica there is nothing to seperate the roof from the floors of the house. There are no walls the reach all the way to the roof just a couple of pieces of patched together wood to hold up the tin roof. As you can imagine all types of bugs and other wildlife have easy entrance into one´s house. Anyways the cricket made its way in and nestled somewhere above my host sister´s bed. So around ten the little guy starts chirping away and we all rustle around in our beds trying to make the sound go away and fall back asleep. In the case of my host sister Anita and her grandmother that worked. In the case of my host mother and I it didn´t. So we huff and puff most of the night in and out of sleep (this guy chirps loud as ever and it doesn´t help that I live in RURAL Costa Rica where its silent at night) until finally around 3 o´clock in the morning we are fed up. My host mom jumps out of the bed and yells, "Que Hijo de Putica Grillo para Joder",and with that is off to find the broom. I jump out of the bed wondering what exactly she is about to do about the situation when I see her come around the corner with the broom and this wild look in her eye. She marches herself into my host sister´s room and climbs up to the top bunk of the bed where Anita is sound asleep and literally steps around her and begins to bang on the roof, the wood pieces above her head, on the walls that go half way up to the roof...basically anywhere you can wack a broom. She is going at it until finally my host sister kicks her and is like what in the world are you doing its 3 o´clock in the freaking morning. I think she stopped for a grand total of 5 seconds and then started again. The dang cricket still doesn´t shut up so she moves onto the living room where there is a part over the porch where you can store stuff. She was absolutely convinced that the cricket was hiding out in there and that if she could just bang enough she would get it to stop chirping so that we could sleep. I want to say that after 5 minutes it did stop...kind of as a cruel joke, so she finally decides to go back to bed. She gets all tucked into bed, so snuggly and warm, she finally feels safe enough to turn of the light...no sooner does she turn off the light when the stupid piece of crap cricket starts going again. I´m in my bed praying that she´ll give in and take the if you can´t beat ´em join ´em mentality, but she´s better than that, which I knew. The whole episode starts again until finally around 4:30 am she gives in. The cricket stopped chirping at 5 when the sun came out.