Can This Story Wait Until After I've Had My Broccoli-Cheddar Soup?

One of my co-workers has been chatting with his parents on and off all morning behind me. They live in Hawaii and apparently his poor mother was admitted to the hospital over the weekend, hence the multitude of calls. The one-sided versions of the conversations I've been privvy to started off normal enough, but have gotten progressively weirder as he must have been able to tell - because he just came over to tell me what was going on with mumsie.

Star Trek 2: The Wrath of Kahn sticks out among my childhood memories for two reasons. It was the first VHS tape we rented at the video store after getting a VCR in 1982. The second reason being the awful scenes involving Ricardo Montalban placing slugs into the ears of various prisoners thereby controlling their minds. "Mind-controlling Ceti Eels" to be exact. Please believe me when I tell you I had to look that up. There's a party in my ear, and everyone's invited.

So this guy's mother wakes up Saturday morning with a narsty headache. After a few hours some blood begins to drip out of her ear and his father rushes her to the hospital where they learn she's hosting an uninvited skull-guest. They're taking it out later today and still don't know exactly what it is. He seems to think it's a cockroach as they're apparently way too common in Hawaii. I think someone needs to track down Mr. Roarke immediately - the safety of the Reliant, the Genesis project and Dog the Bounty Hunter may depend on it!