It may be that open season has been called against me, at least by insects this week. Those steps are framed on either side by conifers, and halfway up the steps, out of one flew— whatever it was I still don’t know—directly INTO my right ear. Paul asked as I leaned over the kitchen sink and repeatedly flushed my ear with a syringe. “A freaking (but I didn’t say freaking) bug flew into my ear and stung me, and it’s still in there!!” “Hope you don’t get a brain worm,” said Paul, thoroughly enjoying himself, “Isn’t that what RFK said he had?”