Yesterday afternoon I was sitting on a bench outdoors minding my own business when a wasp flew up my nose!
I jumped to my feet and invented a dance called the "I have a wasp up my nostril dance." This consisted of me flailing my arms uselessly, stamping my feet and generally stumbling around whilst making the sort of snorting noises generally only heard from a horse with catarrh and serious sinus issues.
Eventually it flew out of its own accord without stinging me.
What was funny about the incident was as I was doing my dance & snorting routine, a woman sitting further along the bench said "do you know a wasp has just flown up your nose?"