One morning I went out into the living room and near the table I stood very still and gasped. There was an enormous bug on the inside bridge of my nose. I reached up before I could think too hard, plucked it off, and threw it violently to the ground.
Then I realized it wasn't a bug. It was the nosepad to my glasses.
I got down on my hands and knees and searched for it, but it wasn't to be found.