Ah, dear Earwig. Most misunderstood, save

Ah, dear Earwig. Most misunderstood, save only our friend Cockroach. I fear you both suffer from unfortunate names. Also, that Wrath of Khan flick didn't really help the earwig out

much. The Earwig stopped crawling along the baseboard and turned to me and said, "My dear fellow, I shan't have you wasting your time feeling sorry for me, you are a human and

earwigs are stoic. I've lived a full 24 hours. It is a far, far better thing that I do now than I have ever done. Farewell, cruel world. Please look after the eggs." I crushed it

between my fingers & flicked it away. But then I couldn't stop thinking of the song "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins" out of head. The earwig became an earworm. Do you know the song?

I do know that one, and I also know that the only surefire way to tame an earworm is to find it a mate. You might already know that though. It's a Small World, after all...

Three distinct species of earworm exist. The Patagonian Earworm is currently at risk with only 14 mating known pairs. The tiny population is being studied by a group of 11 scientis

traps for me in the labyrinth. The minotaur was armed with an autorepeating nematode canon & scorched my giant mutated flatworm. The epic 20 yr game of Doom with my evil twin broth

spewed forth green venom, disintegrating my cocked b75magnum-shotgun-deluxe. "I have to save the princess!", he desperately though. Sweat and slime on his face, he struggled for

redemption in circumstances he would not have chosen himself. "This is how it goes, Sugar. There is no redemption, only sweet slime. Regrets forever!" She said as he faded to black