One can savor a title like this: "Larvae Take Up Residence on Man's Head."
Gothicists can also appreciate horrific touches in the story, like these:
'I'd put my hand back there and feel them moving. I thought it was blood coursing through my head...
I could hear them.'
or
'When I saw him again, it was pretty obvious something else was going on,' said Dr. Kimball Spence, who could see the spots moving on Dallas' head. 'There's an open pit. You see a little activity, not necessarily the larvae, but a fluctuation of the fluid in the pit.'
Then there's the sweet, romantic angle:
'[Dallas' wife, Midge Dallas] told him, 'I will love you through your maggots,'' she told the newspaper.
Infocult: keeping the dark internet's larvae coursing along, one lost meal at a time.
hey Bryan,
I am sweating a bit under a whole slew of deadlines but I had to respond to this.
Growing up in Zimbabwe we had these bugs called "sandflies" or" pootsieworms". I never figured out what they looked like as flies (neither nature nor observation were my thing back then) but they would lay eggs in sand or in your clothing and the eggs would burrow under your skin and hatch into the larvae. These looked a bit like mosquito bites and they would itch like crazy until either a. they were ready to move to the next stage in which case they would crawl out of your skin and fly off or b. you drew them to the surface with heat and popped the larvae (about3-5mm in length) out sort of like a pimple on steroids. I had these at various times including on my head and I swear I could hear them chomping.
You also learned to avoid having them by among other things ironing all your clothes, including and especially your underwear.
I can't believe I am attaching my real name to this comment.
Posted by: Glenda Morgan | July 18, 2007 at 15:04
"I swear I could hear them chomping." Amazing. Many thanks for sharing. :)
Posted by: Bryan Alexander | July 19, 2007 at 10:25