I woke up once with what felt like a large scab between my lips, stuck primarily to the bottom one. In my sleep and stupor, I thought it maybe dried blood, or food, or perhaps I ate a large booger in the night. The aroma was something else, though. As seconds passed and my brain began to make sense of what was actually happening, I realized that I had an entire stinkbug pressed flat between my lips.
This one time I woke up in the middle of night to scratch an itch under my big tee shirt on my back, I reached back to do a lazy pinch, then felt a crunch and instinctively crushed the damn thing. It was a yellow jacket quite close to my spine.
I woke up once with what felt like a large scab between my lips, stuck primarily to the bottom one. In my sleep and stupor, I thought it maybe dried blood, or food, or perhaps I ate a large booger in the night. The aroma was something else, though. As seconds passed and my brain began to make sense of what was actually happening, I realized that I had an entire stinkbug pressed flat between my lips.
This one time I woke up in the middle of night to scratch an itch under my big tee shirt on my back, I reached back to do a lazy pinch, then felt a crunch and instinctively crushed the damn thing. It was a yellow jacket quite close to my spine.