So I'm walking the dogs last night, and it's a really beautiful night. I have my face turned up to the sky, which is the deep blue-purple of dusk right before it goes full dark. There are stars, it's warm and the dogs are happy to be out. It's a great night for a "constitutional".
And then, as I'm crossing the street beneath one of the few street lights in the neighborhood, something comes fluttering down out of the sky towards me. It's fluttering pretty fast. It's fluttering right at my chest, and then suddenly it's fluttered right down my shirt and into my bra!
WTF? Then it prickles. At this point, I don't know if it's a bug, or detritus from the trees, and I don't care.
Dog leashes in one hand, I'm dancing in the middle of the street with my other hand up my shirt while I'm screaming: "What the FUCK?? Oh my GOD, what the FUCK?? FUCK! FUCK!!"
It didn't take long to clear the cup of the offending object, and either it wasn't a bug, or it wasn't a biting bug because my breast is unscathed, but as I finished crossing to the opposite sidewalk and rearranging my clothing, I finally took a look around me to see if anyone had witnessed my demented little performance.
To my knowledge, no one did, but one or more of my neighbors may well have been looking out the window and laughing...