It’s not the first time I have had a bug fly in my mouth while running.
But a couple of days ago, when it was somewhat humid, I had the displeasure of this phenomenon again while running through a wooded area on a trail.
Normally, I just spit and grimace in disgust.
But this time was different. This was no gnat. This was no ordinary house fly. This was more like a dragonfly. Maybe a small bird.
It gagged me.
I didn’t throw up, but that would probably have dislodged the varmint from the mucous in the back of my throat. I think it was clinging to my uvula.
It might have been a bat, but perhaps I exaggerate a bit.
To The Bat Cave, Robin!
All I know is that I spit and hacked and coughed and gagged, and I’m not really sure where the thing ended up–hopefully in my stomach, because I never did manage to eject it from my system. It might be living in my sinuses for all I know! It did not, for the record, taste like chicken.
But I would face a whole colony of bats rather than what I ran into today.
It had to be a snake, didn’t it?
It may look to you like the image above, but the picture below is what I saw.
It probably dines on joggers!
theeyelife 