Robb and I were out cycling today, and stopped by my "Sound Waves"
letterbox. Nestled inside of it was......a live earwig!

Those of you who have found this box may understand why I found this
amusing (once I had dumped Mister Crawly on the ground, that is. I
hate earwigs. Once you've had your loofah rain out earwigs while
you're showering with it, it is impossible to feel much sympathy for
these critters.)

If that's not ooky enough for you, you can read a hilarious faux memo
regarding the dangers of earwigs at the Folklorist:
http://thefolklorist.com/critters/earwig.htm

Cheers!
Lisa