Insect Attack, Part Deux
Remember the bug that flew up my nose and that I accidentally swallowed last week?
During tonight's run a tiny bug flew into my right eye. So I'm rubbing at my eye, jogging, and thinking, "There's a bug in my eye! What is it with these bugs? Why have they got it in for me?"
I rubbed my eye to the point where I could no longer feel it, and I actually managed to forget about it after I got home. But a few hours after I'd showered I looked into the mirror and saw most of it's lifeless buggy corpse on the area below my lower lashes. Terrific.
Warning to bugs: stop attacking me! It never ends well for you. Plus, it's kind of freaking me out. Twice in one week?