In high school I had a girl over. We were in my room with candles on the shelves over my bed, the whole deal. We’re going at it and I feel this tiny sharp pain on my shoulder. I look over and I see a tiny bug on me. It must have bit me. Then there’s another bug. Then a pile of them. I start screaming, I leap up slapping my shoulder. I think they’re coming out of me.
It was purple candle wax that had melted off and was dripping from the shelf.