Don't remember where I was, or why I was there, but I was someplace that a bug was at, too.

It was flying around. It was one of those flying bugs. It wasn't a sitting bug, or a crawling bug, but a swooping, lilting, buzzing bug.

I opened my mouth, and it flew in. As soon as it flew in, I bit down on it (sort of a reflex, you see).

I started to scream. Alongside getting pooped on by a bird, accidentally biting down on a big juicy flying bug is one of my greatest fears.

Whatever its buggy insides were made out of was extremely sticky. So, it wasn't just a matter of spitting it out. The texture itself was bizzarre, too. It was an odd combination of very hard, and very soft. Crunchy-chewy would be a good way to describe it.

So, I found some water and did my best to flush the thing out. It wasn't much use, though, as the thing was really stuck.

It was stuck on the teeth around my lower-right canine.

Blah.

The thing was big, too. It was probably the size of a large house spider, and it had a similar striped pattern on its back. The predominant colors seemed to be orange, black, and brown.

Blah.