We have a little, bitty, jumping, singing buggy. It is somewhere in the cabin. Momma calls it a cricket. I call it noisy. We also have a toad that gets into this thingy in the wall that is supposed to give us fresh air, and he makes a lot of noise. Momma goes outside and peeks in there and she can see him. She calls him Prince. Why would you call a toad Prince, I wonder.