I used to be a long distance runner. Okay...you can't stop laughing now. No, really, get off the floor and stop cackling. When I was a student at UCSC I used to run up in the hills above campus. Once when I was miles into my run, I had a bug fly up my nose. I blew my nose as hard as I could and the darn thing would not dislodge. I was at the turn around point and the bug started moving around inside my sinuses. It was creepy to say the least. So here I was about 3 miles from home with a bug up my nose. I started to walk and then figured, hell, I might as well run. So I continued on my merry way with the bug along for the ride. Occasionally he would remind me of his existence by fluttering about. Finally, after about 15 minutes I sneezed really hard and he came out.Yesterday I was pulling the gate outside our house closed and once again I felt that familiar feeling of the bug heading up my nose. And quicker than I would have predicted I blew that sucker OUT. More than 15 years later, but I was NOT going through that again. And no, I do not have especially large nostrils, do I?