In the finest of tradition, they were slim and slender and ready to fall into the hands (not arms) of folks whose ears were itching for an excavation.
Enter the venerable Ear Wax Digger. In my kiddy days, we had a couple of these implements at home. I used to enjoy lying down with head on my late mum’s lap while she gently scraped the walls of my ear canals.
My ears did not yield much. However, I have seen cases of other folks whereby the diggers often struck the mother lode, with nuggets as big as half the size of a full-grown cockroach.
In those days, barbers also rendered this extraction service, but I never trusted their hands or eyesight. I think this practice has probably died out, as this form of mining has become unglamorous