Venus was her name

So I discovered something yesterday, while cycling to my evening class. It turns out that I need glasses. There's nothing wrong with my sight. It's those damn mini flies. Kamikaze.
And when the kamikaze nature of these mini flies is taken in combination with the venus fly trap nature of my eyes... it is rather further from a winning combination than I am comfortable with.

Honestly, I was hardly out the door by the time my eye had swallowed up its first meal of the day. But have you noticed that? The way mini flies end up in your eye and then disappear only to reappear in a regurgitated state any time between ten minutes and half a day later in the corner of your eye. What does your eye do with them in that time? Where do they go?

Honestly - try it - go for a bike ride (doesn't have to be long - don't worry all you unfitties).

An Aside
Re "unfitties" don't worry - I understand the terms of use on this word - and can confirm that I am in a state lacking fitness enough to be allowed to use it in reference to others.

But I can almost guarantee that within two minutes, your eye will have swallowed up a mini fly - and no matter how much poking at said eye, you will find that your attempts to remove it are fruitless. This is in fact because the eye wants to swallow the fly. Now you see I'm right - the eye is a human venus fly trap.

Sod bycicle helmets - what we need are bycicle glasses. Big ones. Like you get in science labs - to make sure they cover all angles - keep those venusy eyes from snapping at kamikaze mini flies, because frankly, the regurgitated fly in corner of eye situation is a bit gross. Almost enough to put me off cycling. But then how could I feel smug about doing exercise towards the Mystery of the Extra Stone?