Earwigs are the Devil!
~no one can convince me otherwise~
Hello again, I hope you are doing well! Today’s piece is about some encounters I’ve had with earwigs over the years. I truly do believe that earwigs are the devil! Watch out for those little buggers! 😉
Earwigs are the devil!
I have been scared of earwigs my entire life. As a child, I remember a scruffy man stopping in front of my house on a motorcycle. He said, “Hey, little girl, do you want a dolly?” I was too shy to answer, but I smiled and reached for the doll. He handed it to me and then quickly sped off on his bike.
Later that day, I took a bath and took my new (old) doll with me into the water. Shortly after getting in, I began to see a stream of earwigs coming out of the doll and into my bath water.
I screamed a murderous scream; guttural roars poured out of my mouth. I had a major case of the heebee-jeebbees.
Jumping out of the bath and into a towel, I ran to tell my mom, and she scolded me for accepting the doll in the first place. I learned my lesson and never took anything from a stranger on the street again.
Years later, I had a friend spend the night, and we were up to no good. We tempted evil that evening, and evil repaid us.
Suddenly, on the floor of my room were tons of earwigs. My friend and I started screaming for my mom, and thankfully, my mom heard us and came to check to see what was wrong.
As she entered my room, we swirled around her, telling her about the awful evil earwigs. When we led her to where the earwigs had been, they were all gone. My mom got very angry with me for waking her up for “nothing.” She didn’t believe us, but I almost didn’t blame her. How do that many insects disappear? My only explanation is that earwigs are evil!
Years passed, and I continued to look out for those nasty little buggers as they passed.
I had a mental breakdown at some point and couldn’t sleep for over a week. I went into a full-blown episode of psychosis. During that time, something extraordinary happened. One night, I felt something like come out of my neck, and as it did, I heard a popping sound. It felt like something was embedded in my skin. I grabbed it and threw whatever it was into the sink. It was an earwig, and I was horrified.
This experience still doesn’t make sense to me, so I try to blame it on my psychotic break.
In my mind, the common denominator in the situation was my husband. During my psychosis, I felt my mission was to find the enemy and distance myself from them. My enemy became my husband, and I thought I needed to get him out of the house just like the earwigs.
Since my mind was not right, I kicked my husband out. As he left, I looked up at the ceiling and saw one solitary earwig. For me, this symbolized my husband leaving. I decided to focus on getting rid of that earwig as soon as possible. My familiar chant went, “Earwigs are the Devil!”
Thankfully, my husband was very understanding, and we could work things out. He even told me that maybe the earwigs were coming around because he uprooted bushes in front of our house, and this calmed me a little and gave me a more logical explanation.
Currently, I am still quite terrified of earwigs. I still believe they are evil and will not hesitate to eradicate them if they enter my home. I think that earwigs are the devil. If you don’t believe me, ask an earwig, and see what it says! Consider yourself warned, though, because those earwigs have a mighty plan, and it just might involve you!
~Thanks for reading! Until next time, stay safe, and be blessed! :)~
