Even more itch inducing was a quote later in the post:
What was amazing was what happened to the Archbishop’s corpse, as described in Hans Zinsser’s 1935 epic book, "Rats, Lice and History", beginning with Zinsser’s description of the dead Archbishop’s robes of office. When he was murdered Becket was wearing, "...a large brown mantle; under it, a white surplice; below that, a lamb’s wool coat; then another woolen coat; and a third woolen coat below this; under this, there was the black, ...robe of the Benedictine Order; under this, a shirt; and next to the body, a curious hair-cloth, covered with linen." As Becket’s corpse grew cold the successive layers of robes also cooled, and all the little creatures that had been living within the folds and pleats started looking for a new home. Wave after wave of various fleas, ticks, spiders, pincher bugs, and other creatures flowed out from the corpse, "...like water in a simmering cauldron" producing in the hushed mourners gathered in the dim cathedral, "...alternate weeping and laughter...’".
Bugs you got to love them, particularly the personal livestock variety. We do run into this sort of livestock from time to time, never quite this graphically.