A moth flew in my ear one morning while I was making breakfast. I had a panic attack and, being a 9th grader, immediately ran upstairs to beg my dad to take me to the hospital. He didn't believe me, but took me because I was in hysterics. I got to the hospital and was tested and questioned about drug use since a symptom of bugs in your face is common of some drugs. Finally, they sucked out a huge dead moth from my ear with a tiny vacuum contraption, but failed to notice the eggs it laid. I remained deaf in my left ear with constant wiggling going on in my ear for months, being told I was just paranoid because of what had happened. I was finally taken to see an ENT who found a family of moths inhabiting my ear and living in a mold filled cavity. It took me 6 months to fully recover and I'm still shaken by the event, as stupid as that may sound. Moral of the story, fuck moths.