There's a gnat in my eye oh what I'm a gonna do....

So the other night I'm walking Lake Merritt quick-like, and I'm listening to Maren go on about how Chance finally dumped Kat and isn't at all upset about it, when a rather large piece of debris lands in my eye.

It stings. It burns.

It is moving.

Now, I know you all are thinking, "Whatever happened to your great bug karma, Jocelyn?"

Well, I'll tell you what - it all ended with the mishap that was Columbus, the silverfish, may he rest in peace.

Anyway, I realize this clod of dirt is a gnat, and a rather large one, but not wanting to be rude and interrupt Maren's fantastic and interesting story I bend over and scream the-silent-scream-of-burning-eye-pain and keep listening, engrossed.

I work up some tears and touch on my eyeball a smidge, trying to get the poor gnat out of my eye, but he's worked himself down into that part that no one can get to without some water and a mirror, and I'm a good two miles from home.

The searing pain abates and I figure gnatty is good and gone and continue to chat it up with Maren for two more miles until my phone battery dies and I'm almost completely home.

Shower, dinner, and then bed.

Wake up the next morning surprised to find a huge clump of black eye make-up (mascara?) near the corner of my eye. But wait, mascara doesn't have wings!

Ewww .. gnatty spent all night sleeping in my eyeball.

How gross is that?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Heh.