I just remembered that when I was little I thought ear wax were creatures called ear wacks that lived in your ear.
It’s lonely but it’s home. Occasionally they send in a big white fluffy cleaner, but if I go deep enough I can avoid the evictions.
It can be hard being an ear wack, no one seems to like our parties. Whenever there are too many of us they force us out of our homes with jets of water. All I want is to feel close, to find my kin. So till we find a way to live without persecution, we’ll just have to keep ear hopping.