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I ate the last of my birthday cookies from the dining hall yesterday. As I nudged the plastic bag they had been kept in, I thought I saw a loose, chocolate chip move. However, it kept moving. It wasn't a chocolate chip; it was an earwig. I was so disgusted, I didn't even try to finish the crumbs in the bottom of the bag. I think I'd rather have clouds in my coffee -- and I hate coffee.