it could be tar.

:)

So we’re going to need to melt it with great heat that somehow won’t harm you, mon petit insecte, or we need to go back in time to when you were encapsulated and find a way for you to avoid the sticky stuff.

I’d recommend using the heat of your delightfully strange mind and secretly sweet heart to melt it. A dash of hedonistic pleasure is sure to hasten the process. Let us know when any of your six legs are waving free and we’ll help extract you.

That way, you’ll eventually swim out of the goo before it congeals. I was stuck once, in a job I hated, in a city that was interesting but was otherwise a hard environment, and in a life I had long ago grown out of. My leg-waggling took the form of graduate school applications, and lo! I made it out to a new and more satisfying life. You can, too.