Zombie Bugs
One night during a Boy Scout camp I woke up by a terrible noise, appearing from my right side. Looking around in the tent, I notized everbody else was still asleep. There it was again, that crackling, hissing noise, sounding strangely near, just like "in my head". Once I recognized that the noise actually *was* in my head, respectively in my ear, and simultaneously the image of some brain-eating-zombie-bugs came to my mind, I panickly digged into my bags, looking for some cotton swabs to crush those predators before they could disable me by eating my central nervous system. After some minutes of stabbing my ear, I managed to kill those bastards and laid down for sleep.

The next morning I shared my experience with my friends, but they laughted at me. Fools. During the rest of the camp, I sealed my ears with pieces of cotton wool, saving my delicous brain from those zombie-bugs.
(hoopyfrood really knows where his towel is, Mon 6 Jun 2005, 8:58, Reply)