A demon named "jupiter (Unofficial Supervisor)" mirthlessly suggests you consume the important cricket. Memory tells you that Jollacrity has a habit of trying to get you to eat the cricket so you have no means of blocking her out, being the crafty bitch she is. You don't like the idea of eating your very loud cricket which dooms you to listen to your own even more embarrassing thoughts, but you have no choice but to heed Jollacrity's whims.
Ah! But you can't. It's in a box, see? That's probably why you keep it there, to make it impossible to eat whenever she tells you to. You should probably be considering other such clever ways to Jollacrity-proof your life. Now if only you could Jollacrity-proof... your heart.