Nothing like picking a fresh head of lettuce from the garden and finding earwigs inside when you tear off leaves for a salad.
And here's a story to give you nightmares: My eldest sister once put together some sawhorses using two-by-fours and brackets. They lived outside till she brought them up to her bedroom, intending to make a makeshift table with them. Late that night, after we'd all gone to bed, a panicky voice called me into her room, where hundreds of earwigs that had set up housekeeping in the brackets were pouring out onto the floor. An energetic killing fest took care of them, but sleep was not her friend that night. Especially since she slept on a mattress on that same floor.
There have been other bug incidents, but that's one of the worst. Though the morning my other sister awoke to find a bat clinging to her hair trumps it.
Hey, this could be the topic of your next show!
