Fantastic News! I (Probably) Do Not Have a Botfly Larva in My Head!

It's been a quiet evening, with Pie in bed (hers!) at a reasonable hour for a change, so I thought I'd relax and see what the internets have to offer tonight.  The first thing I saw was this:

 

Yay! Friends who understand the joys of parasites FTW!

That was a truly horrific thought.  How had I completely overlooked that possibility?  I mean, was there something tunneling through my head at that very moment!?  I woke George up.  Again.

"Bean!  Wake up!"

"What?"  He was far more irritable this time than last, probably because it's almost time for him to go to work, and without even hearing what I had to say, he knew it was something utterly nonsensical.

"I need you to check my head for parasites."

"Like...  lice?"  That was actually a reasonable question.  Every time I get my hair cut, I go through a paranoid phase where I'm convinced I picked up lice.

"No.  Not like that.  Like botfly larvae."

"You don't have a botfly in your head."

"I could.  Do you want a giant worm coming out of my scalp while we're sleeping?  It could happen, you know."  It took me a few minutes of arguing, but he finally agreed to check my head.  That was really awesome of him, because I know he thought I was just being ridiculous.  I'll have to make sure he's paid back for this.

He thoroughly checked the whole bump for an opening, but couldn't find one, nor could he see or feel anything moving.  Just to be safe, we went outside and he held a lit cigarette next to my head for a while.  Nothing came out, so I'm pretty sure I'm safe.  I'm still going to cover the whole thing in Vaseline before I go to bed tonight.

As happy as I am not to have fly larvae in my head, I am disappointed about not getting to go on Discovery Science.  I would have said hi to both of you.  Since I've lost that opportunity, I figured I should at least write another blog entry in your honor.