I half swallowed a fly the other day. I tried a glug of water but the bugger fought back. There I was, on the side of the road, coughing like a 40 a day person, eyes streaming and then gagging. Hubster thought that I'd had some water go down the wrong way, but it was that fly.
I managed to cough him out, drowned - so that'll teach him. Hubster laughed, a lot.
I am very happy that my riding glasses are nice and snug on my head, there was definite fly strike marks on Tuesday and yesterday.