I was brushing my teeth as usual this morning and leaned over the sink to spit out that foamy substance, I then cranked my neck to the side to take a drink of water running from the faucet. While I was sucking the water into my mouth, a little gnat flies in front of my face.
I immediately try to swat him away while I straighten up to get a better view of the little creep. So now I'm standing there with my mouth full of water looking for this nasty guy when I realize where the bugger went.
I actually stood there for about 20 seconds looking at myself in the mirror debating whether I should spit the water out or just swallow it. I tried to convince myself that the gnat had probably just flew out of the bathroom to free himself from the crazy giant lady swatting at him.
Finally I shut my eyes, leaned over the sink and let the water spill out of my mouth. When I opened my eyes, sure enough, Mr. Nat had flowed out of my mouth and into the sink. As the water circled it's way down the drain, Mr. Nat clung to the side of the sink as if he wanted me to be certain that he had been in my mouth, rubbing against my teeth and drowning down onto my tongue.
He was dead.
The bastard died.
IN. MY. MOUTH.