>On the descent, only a few hundred metres from the hut, I got a bug in
>my right ear. A fly or something. It hopped in as I brushed passed some
>leaves. I had a horrid, and loud buzzing inside my head. It took a few
>minutes to calm down enough to explain to Matt what had happened; which
>was not aided by my strange reflex to cover my unaffected left ear. He
>could not see anything in my ear, which was in itself pretty distressing.
>I hurried down to the freezing cold lake, and dived in, trying to wash
>out, or drown the bug. Which was not very successful. Novelty or anxiety
>muddled my breathing apparatus and I inhaled whilst underwater. I bursted
>to the surface coughing and spluttering. After one submersion I saw a millipede
>or similar swim away from me, and shuddered with revulsion thinking it
>had been inside me. Then the buzzing resumed. Meanwhile, Matt did the rounds
>with the well packed hikers, and returned with some tweezers. With which
>I very gingerly tried to remove said bug. Also unsuccessfully. I tell you
>inserting a sharp metal implement into your ear is most disconcerting;
>especially when your ears are the primary tool with which you make a living.
>Eventually the horrible buzzing inside my head stopped, after about half
>an hour of fits and starts. I guess it just died in there.
>
>Yes it did. Die Two weeks after returning I visited to local
>clinic and explained I thought I had a dead bug in my ear, and would they
>please clean it out. After inspection by three nurses, and a few minutes
>flushing with warm water, I held a pitcher in which a small moth, five
>or six millimetres in length,
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