A couple of years ago I was working in my garden about 3 days before New years Eve. I had the misfortune to inhale a fly (a big Aussie blowfly). I coughed and spluttered and vomited and figured I had rid myself of the little bugger.
Fast forward to New Years Day
A friend had invited me for a trip on her houseboat, which was lovely - quite, scenic, restful. About an hour down the river I started to get a tickle in my throat, then a bit of a cough and then I was wracked with coughing. Something appeared in my mouth and I spat it into my hand…
It was a blowfly. Covered in green goo and missing a wing.
I hurled, I vomited, I chucked my guts out.
A coworker of mine once inhaled a fly. It touched down on her upper lip, she gasped in disgust, and slurp!, up it went, live and wiggling, into her sinuses. She went to the emergency room to have it “vacuumed” out.
What really made me feel sorry for her, later, was how we teased her about it.
The 1956 version of the Ten Commandments, so says google. I probably picked it up from any number of bad movie knock-offs. Pretty sure it’s not in Becket.