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@Jimmy_Fingers
That was some straight up Wrath-of-Khan shit. I was half-cut, doozing and suddenly this thing was in my ear.It was squirming right next to me ear drum, I could feel and hear it, thrashing its legs. Ugh. I tried to poke it out with finger and then dangerously allen key, tried to improvise my bidon as ear syringe and squirted a ton of water in my ear. Eventually the squirming died down, and judged the beast dead, but still far inserted into my aural canal. Oof.
decision was to lie back down and get up early to get some medical aid, from the campsite staff or a pharmacie to remove the invader. So I laid back down with my penetrated ear toward the ground, hoping gravity might help.
Then it squirmed again. And again. Fucker wasn't dead. At this point I think I freaked out and started hammering the other side of my head to dislodge the chitinous beast. And thank fuck it worked, a finger in my ear detected a hard, chitinous lump and somehow managed to drunkenly pop it out. Still expecting bits of leg to emerge from my ear though.
And some mind control. Possibly freaky stuff from Hippy.
It squirming beside my ear drum still haunts me. I can hear it now.
6am with the bike on the beach, only because some obnoxious French lads had been up all night taking drugs, then came back to the campsite and decided to talk until 6am, and didn't offer me ANYTHING the swines.
hoping to make some money from this one, offering it to Hallmark. Just before being attacked by killer moths once the sun went down. I think insect kind were on some sort of jihad down there. I was literally batting the things away.