I can't hear you for all the eggs

There are strange bugs in our bedroom.

"It's only a few bugs, Schmoopie."

"Three is almost an infestation, isn't it?"

"No. It is not."

Resume typing and silence.

"What if they crawl in my ears at night and lay eggs?"

Heavy sighing.

"They won't do that.There isn't enough room in there with all of your many brains."

I have to stop typing now. My ears itch.