Yesterday, in comically cliche running fashion, I gulped down two bugs. It was the sort of ingestion that we typically imagine when we picture insects flying into our gullets: The two literally went THWAP! against the back of my throat as I inhaled them with my gusty running lungs.
Other than swallowing two bugs, I also got one in my eye, and one flew straight up one nostril.
It was an all out bug-assault, and I was like a Jess Tank mowing down the flying insect population. Odd for this time of year; I don't usually think of late October, when we have cooler more temperate weather, as being the normal environment for spawning these small, black gnats. But, nature sometimes surprises.