Diary of a Willamette cellar rat – part 3

Ah winemaking! How romantic…

I just soaped my hair and watched a live earwig fall to the floor of the shower, squirming as it was washed down the drain. Three more skittered across the floor earlier when I pulled my pants (trousers) out of my socks. (I know I look ridiculous but it’s necessary to keep them from crawling up my pant legs when I’m sorting fruit.)
 
These incredibly creepy creatures live in the grape clusters. To say I dislike them would be an understatement; I loathe them. And they’re absolutely...