That poor dog!

So I'm taking Saffron out for a walk, see. Saffron is our seriously neurotic shar pei. I open the door and she sees a gecko that absolutely must be sniffed. She dashed out the front door like Seabiscuit with a mad on, jerking at the leash. It's dark out, being 11pm, and there is a major bug-fiesta going on underneath the porch light. With Saffron straining at the leash, I work my way out onto the front step, pretending that I'm really in charge. At this point, some smallish moth or fly decides to leave the thriving nightclub that is our porch light and find a nice cozy place to hole up. Unfortunately, it chooses my right ear as the spot to sleep off its hangover. As we stumble out into the driveway, Saffron is finding more and more exciting things to sniff, from gecko to leaf to blade of grass, and I'm reeling from this insect buzzing and flapping at what seems like deep inside my skull. I think there was a Bruce Banner-/Hulk-type rage thing going on, because I don't really remember dragging the poor dog back inside the house. She seems to think she's going to die now. I do remember planting the leash in ginger_rose's hands and fumbling for a Q-tip to either fish out or squash the beast inside my ear. I think I killed it in there. The ear has been thoroughly irrigated with #2's water pik, but I never saw the carcass, and I read comic books. No body, no death. robyn_badfellow was nonplussed and just wants her bathroom back.

It is deeply disconcerting to have another living creature stomping around inside one's cranium. May you never have to experience that. Yuk!