The cricket chirps an earshattering field, blocking out intrusive thoughts from any would-be extraterrestrial mind-snoops. That should do it... an impenetrable shield against any further bothersome thoughts about your new crush Jollacrity. You mean just Jollacrity.
Wait. That was an intrusive thought about Jollacrity. Argh! This isn't working, because its just sealing you in a bubble with your OWN invasive thoughts about Jollacrity, which are actually WORSE than the ones she's been planting in your head from outer space. This is so embarrassing. You tap the box of your trusty cricket and tell it to shut the fuck up.