Locusts.

When the Locusts finally left,
Having stripped all they could
from the fields of grain.
The crickets came in.
They came into the house
 They seemed to eat the ratty
old carpets that had seen better days
They invaded the cupboards
Who knew crickets were so destructive

It seemed, the house, and land she
Had inherited, all wanted her to leave.
They all wanted her to get the hell
Out of all of it.
The land, the house, the broken down,
 ramshackle sheds.
The cobwebs reinforced the
"Get out now!" message. "GO"!

However, she was very stubborn.