After hearing a cricket chirping, Howard and Sheldon make a wager, the winner to get one of the other's favorite comic books. Their wager is on whether the cricket is a common field cricket (Howard's assertion) or a snowy tree cricket (Sheldon's assertion). To determine who wins the bet, first they have to find the cricket, second they have to capture the cricket, and third they have to decide who can make the ultimate determination. The person they choose is entomology Professor "Creepy" Crawley, who is facing some issues of his own. Meanwhile, Leonard and Penny eventually admit to each other that their first time together as lovers was less than thrilling. They have to figure out how to overcome this problem, or if not what to do about it.
Did You Know?
The title could be based on the mild oath "Jiminy Cricket!" that can be substituted for "Jesus Christ" and was the name of Pinocchio's friend and conscience in the Walt Disney version. Dorothy is heard using this expression in The Wizard of Oz
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Howard claims a cricket they've caught is a common Field Cricket, while Sheldon is sure it's a Snowy Tree Cricket. Field Crickets are dark brown and robust-looking whereas Snowy Tree Crickets are pale green and delicate, as different as buffalo are from gazelles. If that at first wasn't obvious enough, then the photos found by Howard in a reference guide should have promptly settled the argument. See more
[as they look for the cricket
I wonder what the non-pathetic people are doing tonight?
CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #258 CARL THE ROOSTER The day Carl was made henhouse rooster had to be the proudest day of his life. Oh, how he strutted and preened outside the little hut where all the chickens lived. From the corner of his eye he could see them nervously peeking out to see the new cock of the walk. You could hardly blame him for smiling so smugly. He knew that from that moment on, if a chicken wanted extra feed, well, she had to ask Carl. Same thing for pecking privileges in the yard. And of course, when it came time to lay eggs, the premium spots nearest the warming lamps were handed out by you-know-who. Yep, life was good for ol' Carl. Up at dawn, a loud clearing of the throat, a largely ceremonial patrol of the perimeter, and then, an afternoon and evening of doling out favors to the chickens. And the best part about it was he never had to actually ask for anything in return. He would simply tell each chicken to decide for herself what, if anything, she should give him to ensure his continued friendship. But let me tell you, it's no accident he named his rooster hut "Casa Quid Pro Quo." Yep, Carl had it knocked. At least until he was forced out of his job by a class-action paternity suit that was entirely without merit and probably politically motivated by bitter, eggless chickens. See more
History of Everything (Instrumental version)
Written by Barenaked Ladies
Performed by Barenaked Ladies
[Instrumental version of series theme song played over the closing credits] See more