There Are No Ants In My Pants
A few days ago I flushed out my ears (what, you mean you don’t flush yours?). I had never done it before, but since quitting Q-tips I have wondered if my ears are just stockpiling wax. I was expecting to wash away some chunks, sort of like what I’d see with my netipot, only ear gunk. I was disappointed when nothing came out.
Yesterday, however, when I was walking Arthur like a good doggie-parent despite having sore calves and feet, my left ear was being tickled from within. It tickled off and on for three miles, and I couldn’t wait to get home and flush it out. I was sure that the biggest wax chunk in history was to land in my bathroom sink.
What I got, was an ant.
I don’t know what can be said about this, other than that your childhood fears that bugs can crawl in your ears when you are sleeping are justified.