It is not strictly necessary to fly into my mouth and down my throat everytime I mow the lawn. Twice this week you have felt it necessary and I’ve been unable to stop you as you are very quick little critters.
If you must explore my mouth, at least stay near the exit so I can remove you.
A humungous wasp once flew down the front of my shirt when I was riding my bike home from school. I was so busy screaming and beating myself that I almost crashed into a parked car.
I can sympathize (sp?) with you there, metroshane. I, too, have eaten far more than my share of bugs.
It really sucks when you know one has just flown in, you know it’s stuck somewhere in your saliva, but you just can’t seem to get it out. Then you have no other choice but to resign yourself to the fact that yes, I’ve just eaten another bug.
Eww!!
DoperChic
Alexxandra, on such occassions, removing your shirt is the best solution. Hasn’t every boy you’ve ever met said the same thing? Sheesh!
And here I thought this thread was going to be about my hero, Bugs Bunny. [sigh]
Bugs are very high in protein and are good for you.
You should be thanking them for giving their life for your health.
Kill them all.
Especially the ants.
The fire ants.
Kill the wabbit … kill the wabbit!
Oops! He said “fire ants.”
True story: As a younger lad, it used to be my custom to walk around in overalls, Birkenstocks and nothing else (i.e. no shirt, no underpants).
One day, walking down the street (main street of Burlington, VT actually) a wasp flew in the side of my overalls! Well, as it turns out, I am deathly allergic to those buggers, so I had no choice but to drop 'em. Much honking of horns and catcalls ensued.