Conversation held 15 minutes ago in my living room.
Me: “Nathan, Princess says she has a bug in her ear
Nathan: …. giving me crazy look
Me: She said she thinks there’s something in her ear and it’s probably a bug like the neighbor guy had
Nathan: … more of a crazy disturbed look
Me: “You remember, I told you, right? When the older gentleman catty corner from us came over last month. He rang the doorbell. Told me there was a bug in his ear and asked me to pour warm oil in his ear.”
Nathan:… at this point he has set down both his drink and his King Ranch Chicken and is looking at me with pure shock
Nathan: “Rachel. What the hell are you talking about it.”
Me: with a slight blush. “You know, the neighbor. I poured warm oil? Umm…”
Nathan:“Rachel. How exactly does a man come to our house and ask you to pour hot oil in his ear and you don’t tell me?”
*side note. Apparently this worked. He came by a couple of days later to tell me the bug had floated out. Who’d a thunk it. Yet another good use for extra virgin olive oil.
** double side note: There is not a bug in her ear. She was just fidgety from being housebound for 4 days due to insane rain that is blessing/plaguing us and wanted attention.