Moth Boy, Moth Man, "The Mothman Prophecies"
Strange subject title? Let me tell the story.
This was maybe three weeks to a month before the whole credit card incident happened with Josh (which in itself was maybe three weeks ago?), so this happened six months ago. It was Ryan's birthday that particular weekend, and so Ryan, Troy, a bunch of other people and I went to a restaurant to eat. The restaurant was named Pepe's, and it had outdoor seating, so we were sitting outside around a large banquet style table and eating, drinking, having a good time... near the end of the dinner, when we all ordered desserts and were just relaxing before the check came, a moth was flying around the table. Mildly annoying, but no big deal, everyone's been there. It's flying around people and they're idly brushing it away. It flies by me, close to my head, and I'm trying to brush it away from me, when.....
...the damn thing goes into my ear, all the way down my ear canal, and down into my inner ear.
I shit you not.
It went into the cavity in my inner ear, and started beating its wings in there. It hurt a little, but it scared the LIVING CRAP out of me. I couldn't really believe that it had happened, because... well... who do YOU know that it has happened to? That's right, NO ONE! So I'm flipping out in the midst of this rather classy crowd shouting, "THERE'S A MOTH IN MY EAR, THERE'S A MOTH IN MY EAR!" Then Troy (who can, at times, be the most pretentious prick one is ever likely to meet, and displayed that trait that evening) looked at me and said, "Ian... a moth would NOT fly into your ear. Trust me on this." I'm looking at him as if he was insane. I mean, why the hell would I make that up?? I go to the bathroom and try to run water in my ear so I can flush it out... that didn't work. I grabbed a toothpick and tried to pick it out. That didn't work, since it was too far down and I wasn't about to jab at my inner ear with a toothpick. So finally I threw money down on the table, told everyone I was calling an ambulance, and left. The bastards were all so drunk they barely realized I had left, lol...
So yeah, I call an ambulance. They come and get me, look in my ear, and to a man said there was nothing they could do in the ambulance, because they said if they made me deaf they were afraid I would sue them... which was a very valid fear, because I wouldn'tve hesitated to sue them if they did make me deaf, lol... so they had me go to the hospital.
For those of you who know Cape Cod, the nearest hospital was in Hyannis... an hour away down the cape. I was pissed.
Furthermore, they didn't want to take me down to the hospital in the ambulance. Mainly because it was expensive for me (which is utter bullshit, emergency ambulance rides should be free), but also because if they drove me down, they wouldnt've been able to drive me back up (again, utter bullshit). So they told me it would be best for me to call a friend and have him or her drive me down to Hyannis (did I mention it was an HOUR away??). So I called Josh, and he drove me down, thank God. The moth went into my ear at around 11pm. I called 911 at around 11:30. Started driving down to Hyannis by midnight. Got there at 1, waited an hour for them to get to me (after paperwork and such) and they just squirted water in my ear until the moth flushed out. I have to pay $160 for that, when I could've just bought a super-soaker for $30 and done the exact same thing... and had a super-soaker afterward. Left the hospital by 2:30, got back to P-Town by 3:30. This was a frickin' ordeal. Fortunately, the moth died in my ear somewhere between Wellfleet and Chatham, so I didn't have to deal with the incessant beating of wings in my ear. That was the worst part of all.
So before Josh got to me, he told everyone why he had to leave (he was at Drag Queen Karaoke when I called him), so again, with the town being as small as it was, EVERYONE FOUND OUT by the next day. So for that whole couple weeks after the incident, I was called "Moth Boy", "Moth Man", and "The Mothman Prophecies". See how that tied in?
This was maybe three weeks to a month before the whole credit card incident happened with Josh (which in itself was maybe three weeks ago?), so this happened six months ago. It was Ryan's birthday that particular weekend, and so Ryan, Troy, a bunch of other people and I went to a restaurant to eat. The restaurant was named Pepe's, and it had outdoor seating, so we were sitting outside around a large banquet style table and eating, drinking, having a good time... near the end of the dinner, when we all ordered desserts and were just relaxing before the check came, a moth was flying around the table. Mildly annoying, but no big deal, everyone's been there. It's flying around people and they're idly brushing it away. It flies by me, close to my head, and I'm trying to brush it away from me, when.....
...the damn thing goes into my ear, all the way down my ear canal, and down into my inner ear.
I shit you not.
It went into the cavity in my inner ear, and started beating its wings in there. It hurt a little, but it scared the LIVING CRAP out of me. I couldn't really believe that it had happened, because... well... who do YOU know that it has happened to? That's right, NO ONE! So I'm flipping out in the midst of this rather classy crowd shouting, "THERE'S A MOTH IN MY EAR, THERE'S A MOTH IN MY EAR!" Then Troy (who can, at times, be the most pretentious prick one is ever likely to meet, and displayed that trait that evening) looked at me and said, "Ian... a moth would NOT fly into your ear. Trust me on this." I'm looking at him as if he was insane. I mean, why the hell would I make that up?? I go to the bathroom and try to run water in my ear so I can flush it out... that didn't work. I grabbed a toothpick and tried to pick it out. That didn't work, since it was too far down and I wasn't about to jab at my inner ear with a toothpick. So finally I threw money down on the table, told everyone I was calling an ambulance, and left. The bastards were all so drunk they barely realized I had left, lol...
So yeah, I call an ambulance. They come and get me, look in my ear, and to a man said there was nothing they could do in the ambulance, because they said if they made me deaf they were afraid I would sue them... which was a very valid fear, because I wouldn'tve hesitated to sue them if they did make me deaf, lol... so they had me go to the hospital.
For those of you who know Cape Cod, the nearest hospital was in Hyannis... an hour away down the cape. I was pissed.
Furthermore, they didn't want to take me down to the hospital in the ambulance. Mainly because it was expensive for me (which is utter bullshit, emergency ambulance rides should be free), but also because if they drove me down, they wouldnt've been able to drive me back up (again, utter bullshit). So they told me it would be best for me to call a friend and have him or her drive me down to Hyannis (did I mention it was an HOUR away??). So I called Josh, and he drove me down, thank God. The moth went into my ear at around 11pm. I called 911 at around 11:30. Started driving down to Hyannis by midnight. Got there at 1, waited an hour for them to get to me (after paperwork and such) and they just squirted water in my ear until the moth flushed out. I have to pay $160 for that, when I could've just bought a super-soaker for $30 and done the exact same thing... and had a super-soaker afterward. Left the hospital by 2:30, got back to P-Town by 3:30. This was a frickin' ordeal. Fortunately, the moth died in my ear somewhere between Wellfleet and Chatham, so I didn't have to deal with the incessant beating of wings in my ear. That was the worst part of all.
So before Josh got to me, he told everyone why he had to leave (he was at Drag Queen Karaoke when I called him), so again, with the town being as small as it was, EVERYONE FOUND OUT by the next day. So for that whole couple weeks after the incident, I was called "Moth Boy", "Moth Man", and "The Mothman Prophecies". See how that tied in?