Rather than tell you a standard tale involving something actually scary, I'll just recount to you a moment when I flipped out and literally had a moment of extreme panic. It actually happened only a few hours ago, so the memory is fresh in my head. Honestly, it's quite hilarious and I think you laugh at it a little bit.
Alright, so I was sitting on the couch, mindlessly watching TV and eating dinner. I was so deeply entranced in that episode of Spongebob, that I hardly noticed the fruit fly hovering in front of my face. 576Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsbBp7SqL0o
See, you can already tell it's gonna be bad.
Anyway, I inhaled deeply right as the fruit fly was swooping down to examine my spoonful of mashed potatoes. Well, I think you can already imagine what happened. 576Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKNU9njLaJs
It went straight up my nostril.
I immediately stopped breathing completely. I wasn't letting that little bugger any further up my nose. Then I started screaming for someone to get me a tissue, because now it needed to get out. Now. But the fly had different ideas.576Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBGIDEN0CY
It kept trying to go up my nose. By this point, I was inhaling through my mouth and exhaling through my nose, as I was trying to eject the bug. But it wasn't working. I could feel it cluttering about within the depths of my nose. For some reason, a sense of fear and panic filled me. It was just the feeling that their was a thing inside my nostril that scared me.
Shortly after I started screaming my head off, someone fetched me a tissue. I blew my nose, but nothing came out. No snot, no fly, nothing. Even now, several hours later, and I still haven't seen head nor tail of that fly. The most I can do is hope the little bugger got what he deserved: a snotty death.
Now I'm off to go blow my nose...
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