Tommy: An earwig. A kind of caterpillar. A thing almost as fine as a spider's web. It lives on wax, feeds on the innards of flowers, and it has a decided liking for the human ear. The natives hereabout, they have a distinct terror of it, they do. You see, it moves and it rests so lightly on a human being, that one is practically unconscious of it. Now, if you were to place one of these earwigs in a man's hair, just above his ear, well... once in the ear, it's a thousand-to-one chance of it ever coming out the same way again. You see, Mr. Macy, it can't turn round. Backing out is impossible. So it continues to feed as it goes, and it crawls right inside of the head.