an unwelcome dinner guest.

We were all seated around the table, the whole family and few other guests, having a lovely time discussing things we learned at church, highlights of our week, and cats flying out of airplanes when suddenly i jumped from my chair, wiggling my head about in a raving manner.
The company was taken aback. I exclaimed that there must be a bug in my ear as i ran to the bathroom with my head atilt.

People whispered their personal doubts and Marcus finally was at my side looking in my ear, finding nothing and explaining to me that it was surely just an unruly hair, bent on reeking havoc on our dinner party. 

I spent some time trying to rinse out my ear with water while my sister, Leisel Googled what one does when experiencing such an atrocity. 

The first suggestion was to go in a dark room and hold a flashlight to your ear-- seemed to make sense, since most bugs are attracted to light, but nothing came of it.

At this point I actually began to believe that maybe it really was just a pesky hair and that I was just being paranoid. 

But as I walked about I kept feeling something was amiss.

The second remedy was warm oil. 

I was standing at the microwave waiting for the oil to cool a bit when suddenly things got more ticklish and uncomfortable than ever. I squealed and yelled for someone to take a gander when Leisel (the only one who actually believed me) came just in time to see an tiny ant crawling on out of its cozy, cushioned hide-away. She grabbed it with her spry little fingers and held it high for all to see.

I've never felt more justified in all my life.

Or more violated.
When it comes to bugs in strange places, always trust oneself.