Squirming Fly Larvae Pulled From Man’s Head

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

CARBONDALE, Colo. — Doctors thought the strange, bleeding bumps on Aaron Dallas’ head might be from gnat bites or shingles. Then the bumps started moving.

A doctor found five active bot fly larvae living beneath the skin atop Dallas’ head.

“I’d put my hand back there and feel them moving. I thought it was blood coursing through my head,” Dallas told the (Glenwood Springs) Post Independent.

“I could hear them. I actually thought I was going crazy.”

Dallas said he likely received the larval infestation while on a trip to Belize this summer. Bot fly infections are not uncommon in parts of Central and South America.

Adult bot flies are hairy and look like bees, without bristles. The larvae, which are about one-third the size of a penny, were living in a pit 2- to 3- millimeters wide. They were removed Thursday.

“It was weird and traumatic,” said Dallas, of Carbondale. “I would get this pain that would drop me to my knees.”

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Pulling a card out of the Trivia Pursuit Totally 80s box.  See  how many of these you can answer:

• What was the “Year of the Yuppie,” according to a Newsweek cover?
• What sitcom’s characters sipped suds at Phil’s?
• What star of 14 movies in the ’80s opened the 1988 Oscars with :”Good evening, Hollywood phonies”?
• What kind of music “really makes us dance,” according to the Go-Go’s tune We Got the Beat?
• What SEC running back was MVP of the 1983 Sugar Bowl, the 1984 Liberty Bowl and the 1986 Cotton Bowl?
• What Neil Diamond anthem did Michael Dukakis use as his campaign theme?

I’m a child of the 80s but I didn’t know the answer to any of these, heh.

I recently came across a pretty funny blog run by a crazy aussie. It’s appropriately named Crazy Aussie Bastard.

Therefore, the first Monday is Punday pun is dedicated to the Aussies. Throw another shrimp on the barbie.

Mercy Hospital in Chicago is run by a group of nuns who came from Australia. Through the years the years they have gone out of their way to maintain ties with their native land — putting up a large map of the country in the recpetion area, and serving Australian tea from tins decorated with koala bears.

One night a patient calls a nun into his room and tells her how much he likes the hospital and the care. But he has one small complaint: he found some leaves in his tea.

“Oh,” the nun says, “the koala tea of Mercy is not strained.”