Intimate contact
11 July 2005 @ 09:07 in Life
I'd like to tell you a story. It's a story which has
the air of having happened to a friend of a friend,
but which in fact happened to me. The story is this:
Last night, an earwig bit me in the balls.
I felt a little nip on my arm as I was drifting off, but just thought it was a crumb or a more usual bedbug. I began to slip once more into slumber, when I felt a much more deliberate nip on a distinctly intimate area. I fumbled for the light, and saw an earwig (or 'wiggin' as they're called in our house) sitting quite calmly on the duvet.
Though not given to such acts, I'm ashamed to say that the corpse of the offending insect is now drifting through London's sewer system.
Last night, an earwig bit me in the balls.
I felt a little nip on my arm as I was drifting off, but just thought it was a crumb or a more usual bedbug. I began to slip once more into slumber, when I felt a much more deliberate nip on a distinctly intimate area. I fumbled for the light, and saw an earwig (or 'wiggin' as they're called in our house) sitting quite calmly on the duvet.
Though not given to such acts, I'm ashamed to say that the corpse of the offending insect is now drifting through London's sewer system.
