Yesteryear as Robyn lay in the dark room at the back of the lair, she was visited by a small mythical creature named earl. She allowed him to slowly crawl his way into her deep dark crevice known as the "ear". It was not till later in the day that she realized this was no ordinary unicorn, this was an earwig. Once she realized this she freaked out and sent Earl flying from her ear onto the floor where she skillfully smashed it into two pieces. Now she lays next to me and suffers from post traumatic stress syndrome. I have tried to comfort her by rubbing her ears, but she wont let me near them. Its a sad time here in middle earth.
For your information,
The name earwig comes from Old English eare "ear" and wicga "insect". It is fancifully related to the notion that earwigs burrow into the brains of humans through the ear and therein lay their eggs.[2] This belief, however, is false. Nevertheless, being exploratory and omnivorous, earwigs probably do crawl into the human ear; even if they are only looking for a humid crevice in which to hide, such behavior provides a memorable basis for the name.[3]