It numbs then drills its entry hole. Into the eighth inch slit it slithers, rippling underneath the skin, squirming its way through the veins and arteries until it reaches its desired nesting location. Beside the heart it feeds. Beside the heart it breeds. The infestation of the hermaphrodidic body weevil has begun.
It is a relative of the beetle though it is more like a thin slippery eel when it is in a human body. The surgeons will find it near impossible to stun, capture or kill while a patient is alive and still difficult to catch in a fresh cadaver. I say fresh because the weevils vacate the dead.
They only live in humans. No animals can be used in testing for a cure. Oh they tried but the human dwellers did not cooperate. The blood transfusions and organ swaps into the chimps did not fool the weevils. Some doctors will eventually reluctantly succumb to the unavoidable fact that extreme unethical testing on humans is the only hope for destroying or at least living comfortably with the body indwelling weevils but first let’s visit patient zero.
Grotesque exit wounds from the fledgling offspring seep with pus and blood. No let’s go back before the birth swarm stage. Charlie Frang is about to take a shower. He places his foot on the edge of the tub then bends over to turn the water on. After adjusting the temperature he pulls the shower button up. He steps into the tub and is standing under the shower head.
The raining water starts to make a splashing sound and he remembers “Damn, I forgot to buy the Clog Blaster.” As he soaps up the water level rises above his feet. The swimmer instinctively wiggles up through the stilled water. It wanders luckily on to Charlie’s third toe in on his right foot. Using the tools supplied by the silent creator the weevil enters mostly undetected. Except for a slight chill running momentarily down Charlie’s spine, it was a normal shower.
When he is putting his black cotton socks on he notices a small slice on the side of his third toe in on his right foot. It doesn’t hurt and he has no idea how he obtained the small cut.
It is several hours later when he habitually burps to try and alleviate the slight heart burn that becomes persistently uncomfortable. Days pass and he finally pays a visit to the doctor.
“Everything checks out Charlie but I’m going to give you a script for the heart burn. If it doesn’t go away within a week come back and see me again and we’ll set up some more in depth test.”
“In depth test” Charlie thinks, “Test that should be done right now, those Damn insurance companies.”
The discomfort does not dissipate and the medicine does not help at all. Charlie calls the doc two days later complaining that he can’t take it anymore. The doc tells him to go to emergency and he’ll inform them of the test he’s already run.
The shock on the medical staffs’ faces was that of complete bewilderment as they realized the weevil’s presence. The surgeons quickly went in and destroyed the weevil’s nest though the weevil itself retreated and was not removed.
Charlie Fang was released after six weeks in the hospital and no further sign of the internal critter was seen. He was told “What ever it was it must have passed out of your system”.
The truth was the weevil simply moved and was too scared to eat to cause any pain. It even waited ‘til the moment of labor to build its new nest. Charlie felt the discomfort in his gut and instantly knew it was back. He rationalized and thought the pain was constipation from the dairy he ate earlier in the day. When the Weevil gave birth to hundreds of babies not quite microscopic the fever started and Charlie called 911. The medics found him unconscious and fever sweat drenched. When they wheeled him in to the ER lesions where rapidly appearing on his face and arms. From these wounds winged hatchlings were carrying their smaller eel like counter parts in search of new host and host they found.
To be continued...........
