*COUGH COUGH SPLUTTER SPLUTTER EWWWW*

Inside head, firm voice to self “Mouth Closed, Mouth Closed”

atm it’s like attacking the Death Star, a la “There’s too many of them” as you whizz through them all.

& then nettles and brambles, agghhhhhh.
Don’t ya love Summer?

Thats why you have a nose. Nothing worse than a full on bluebottle assault at the back of the throat though.
*COUGH*
*GAG*
*RETCH*

Worst is having an angry wasp head down your jersey front..
It’s happened to me a number of times on the roadie.. Smarts a bit that.

as the bug flys into my mouth, I picture it in my head like a nature program flying alongside HD style in it’s last 10 minutes of life before I swallowed it, watching it fly onto a large pile of cow poo or a rotten animal carcass. I wretch and sometimes have to stop, not been sick once but I’m sure I will sometime.