First I tried squeezing, without results. Then I tweezed of the fattest bit, closest to the opening. I had to go after the last bit with an Exacto blade, and that's when James objected (luckily, after the fact). I was able to the extract that last devilish bit and slathered the wound with Neosporin.
Just call me Dr. Mom. I graduated by the seat of my pants from the school of Hard Knocks. I am working toward my degree in Autism by the Skin of Our Teeth.