So I have this splinter in my foot. It has been in my foot since 1993. I would not allow anyone to remove it due to my insane paranoid fear of needles or any other sharp thing such as tweezers touching my delicate skin. Most of the time this splinter doesn't bother me. It has become a part of me just as my one nipple and the wart on my left hand ring finger. It is an accessory and removing it now would seem pointless. Long after my parents move from my childhood home to Del Boca Vista, I will still have a splinter in my foot from the original 1970's paneling that is still in the upstairs bedrooms. To me, this is comforting.