Bug in my Mouth

On the downhill sprint of today's early morning jog, a bug flew into the gaping hole of my mouth as I was gasping for air. My quick reflexes closed the wind pipe before totally inhaling the live bug. And, I was able to blow him out, unharmed I think, and avoiding a sting (it looked like a small bee or wasp) all while never breaking a stride. I lifted my head just in time to stop myself dead-in-my tracks from a head-on-collision with a parked bus. And to think that for the past nine months I've been worried about the erratic moving vehicles. This is the closest I've come to a crash....