Earwigs are disgusting in many ways, but they’re especially disgusting when, on a Sunday morning, up a bit earlier than you might prefer, and slightly hung-over, you find a pack of them nibbling away happily inside the wrapper of your virtually untouched Scharffen Berger chocolate bar. Besides the waste of fine chocolate, the shock and sudden reaction made my head hurt. Might be time for an early-morning nap.
July 30, 2006