Have you ever had an experience that was so out of the typical realm of reality that people don’t believe you when you tell them? An experience so surreal that you thought it was a dream (or a nightmare)? I have a story that is so unimaginably real, that most don’t believe me when I share it. What say you?
My day had started like any other, which for me is with a glass of tea. I’m a sweet tea kind of gal and always have a pitcher of it in the fridge. I had forgotten to place my glass in the sink the night before, so I grabbed it and headed to the kitchen. On my way, I finished off what was in the glass and proceeded to refill it (’cause why dirty another glass?).
Lots of details. I know. Bare with me…
Later that day, I found myself at the local airport with my boyfriend at the time. He was working and I was visiting; a common occurrence back in those days. I noticed that my throat had been bothering me for the better part of the day. It was the kind of feeling you experience just before getting sick; throat constricting with a slight itch, combined with that mild burning sensation every time you swallow. I didn’t give it much thought as it was high time for hay fever to reek havoc, but as the day progressed, I realized that I didn’t have any of the other symptoms typical of allergy season: no itchy, watery eyes, no stuffy nose, no sinus pressure, no congestion… The more I thought about it, the possibility that something was lodged in my throat became of high concern.
After several attempts of hawking up whatever it was, I excused myself to the restroom. I retched, coughed, gargled- tried everything I could to dislodge what was possibly caught in my throat. Just as I was about to give up on my theory, I had one more idea.
I washed my hands and proceeded to stick my finger down my throat. First attempt, I gagged. Second attempt, I felt a bump on the farthest reach of my tongue, then gagged. As I opened my mouth as wide as I could, flexing and contorting my tongue every which a way, I looked in the mirror to try and figure out what the mystery thingamabob was. After making lots of strange faces in the reflection, trying and failing at getting a glimpse of the foreign protuberance, I continued using my finger as a probing device.
Now before I proceed, I want to warn you, my dear readers: if you are faint of heart, I would advise you to not read any further.
For the rest of you intrigued weirdos; you have been warned…
I stuck my finger back as far as I could reach. At this point, my entire fist was in my mouth with a single digit sticking down the back of my throat. If someone were to enter the restroom at that point, I would have had, as Ricky Ricardo used to say, ‘some splainin’ to do.’
As I withdrew my hand from my mouth, I dragged my fingernail along my tongue. In doing so, I dislodge the source of discomfort.
Curiously, I examined the tip of my finger as there was a dark specimen affixed to the edge of my fingernail. I held it up to get a closer look and became baffled; what on earth is this thing? Was it something I ate?
It looked like the tiniest fur ball in the world, but as I don’t go around licking cats, I knew this was not the case. I made my way to find my boyfriend so I could get a second opinion.
I left the restroom staring at my finger, made my way through the pilot’s lounge contemplating what I had previously consumed earlier in the day and just as I was about to enter the employee only area (it was more of a suggestion in that place), I realized what it was.
I stopped dead in my tracks and squealed. Not the kind of squeal a girl would make if you give her a puppy. No. Mine was more the kind of squeal a girl would make if she found out that she had swallowed a bug that had bitten her throat and had been stuck there for 6 hours!
Yup.
The specimen that I had dislodged from the back of my tongue was the thorax and abdomen of an ant. The head was no longer attached; it had become a casualty. So what made it look like a tiny hairball you ask? The legs were curled in such a way that it looked like tiny hairs. Don’t think about it too much, I beg of you.
So remember that slightly detailed morning scenario you read about approximately two minutes and fifty two seconds ago? Let’s go back and address a minor component that was left out.
My parents’ house had a minor infestation of ants, but not just any ants; we had large carpenter ants. We had recently sprayed to eradicate the little pests, and slowly, they were beginning to dissipate. Every so often we would still encounter one running across the kitchen counter with a crumb of some foreign food in tow, of which would result in a dishrag being flung around like a fly swatter. Others would have the audacity to scurry across the floor right in the open, but would end up on the bottom of a shoe. How unfortunate.
So when I took that final swig of tea from the glass I had left out over night, I was still groggy from the early morning hour and wasn’t on my game; my defenses were down. In my stupor, I didn’t think to inspect my drink before consumption, resulting in the subjection of an unassuming ant to its ultimate death. But he being a worthy opponent, decided he wasn’t going down [the hatch] without a fight, so he used his little pincers to grab a hold of my tongue mid gulp, saving himself from the fate of my digestive system.
Yes. This happened. Yes. I now inspect my drinks thoroughly before consumption always, and I would advise that you do the same from here on out. It was an unpleasant experience for me and I’m sure, for the ant who suffered a horrific death complete with: being eaten alive, tortured, and eventually decapitated.
Okay- that is gross…… LOL Makes for an interesting blog though!! Great post!
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Yeah. I don’t share this story very often because of the gross factor. 😝
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Haha! You reminded me of a similar story I have- but it is more ‘ew ew ew’ then ‘I swallowed an ant’ gross….. LOL I should share it one day- creep everyone out! lol
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Ewww!! Goodness, that’s gross! But your writing is extraordinarily expressive and it was a great read! 🙂
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I agree, the writing is excellent. Nice little horror story too.
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Yeah absolutely! 🙂
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Thanks!!
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I was going to pour myself a glass of tea. I think I’ll wait a bit…;)
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Probably for the best…
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Haha! Well done! And for what it’s worth: they’re Atkins friendly 😉
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Doesn’t make it any better, but thanks for trying. 🙂 And thanks!
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I don’t recall swallowing a bug, but almost made “bug” coffee the other day. A large beetle somehow found it’s way into the cup we use to grind our coffee. I didn’t see it so ground the coffee on top of it. When I dumped the coffee into the filter for the coffee maker the squirming bugger started to move. Glad I saw it. I tossed it away and started fresh after cleaning the cup.
I had a disgusting stuck to the tongue story, too. At university I was eating a corned beef sandwich and somehow the corned beef got caught on the back of my tongue. I swallowed it but it wasn’t going all the way down, but I wasn’t completely chocking or anything. I went into the cafeteria bathroom and hacked it up, but still it was stuck to the back of my tongue. I pulled on the corned beef and it started to rip at the back of my tongue. I quickly went back to my dorm and found the only way to get it out was to cut it out with a pair scissors. It was gross.
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Ewwww. Glad I’m not the only one whose faced such strange circumstances. Sorry for your misfortune!
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Wow! Graphic and entertaining! Made for a very interesting read.
– Christine
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That gives me the creeps, I have a fear of eating bugs! I once ate caterpillar infested broccoli, they were tiny caterpillars and looked like bits of broccoli so my Grandmother didn’t notice, I’d ate quite a bit before I saw one moving on my plate!
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Oh no! Sounds like a nightmare! 😨
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At least they didn’t bite or get stuck!!! I’m gagging thinking about you trying to dislodge the thing!!!
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I have no words.. apart from ewwww
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Right!?
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Ugh that is so gross! At least it was just an ant though, and not something creepier.
This story reminded me of the time I was like eight and I had a mosquito in my ear. I kept hearing this strange sound that no one else could and it sounded like a single guitar strum and after moving my head a lot, it came out.
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Blech! That sent shivers down my spine. Good thing it didn’t sting you in there!!
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Lol, and here I thought I was always being paranoid by taking my phone and shining it into my glass before drinking when I wake up in the middle of the night and feel a bit parched. I’ll keep it up!
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Please do!
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Lol! Hilarious!
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Gotta give you props for how descriptive this recollection was.
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Thanks!!
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No no no no NO NO NO NO NO
Something displeasingly similar happened to me yesterday and honestly I can’t even talk about it because then I’ll have to actually think about it and then I will have nightmares for days.
NO.
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Well we don’t want that. Maybe at a later date, you can share your story so I may empathize with you.
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Ohhhhh goodnesss!!! Your right! This was a different take than my ant resort!! Lol
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