Let me pretty the scene for you before it turns ugly. The route to my office is sandwiched between the River Mersey and a dock / part-canal. At times, there are narrowboat people struggling with the locks - though, I suspect they're desperate for escape. On sunny days, ie not today, you can see a strip of beach across the headland. Okay, that last part isn't really visible from the ground, but it is from my office window so the prettying shall stay.
Here's where it turns horrible.
Thanks to the dank atmosphere we have a plague of midges on this pretty little route. Hundreds of the little blighters. I'm aware breathing is not an option between building A and building C (where I work), and I always bite my lips shut. I have experience with fly swallowing - anyone know how many calories there are in flies? This morning, a midge with a death-wish decided my eyeball looked like a nice place to sightsee.
I stumbled into work half-blind, struggling to find my compact mirror and convinced everyone was looking at the weirdo girl with the fly hanging off her eyelashes. I couldn't wait to get in the lift. No fly. No remants of fly. I wonder if it's buzzing around my brain. Or if its carcass* is rotting behind my eyeball.
*Can one refer to a squashed fly as a carcass???