Well, the OP reporting in here. Me and my riding bud did a fairly brutal 28 miles this evening... staying on topic, I got hit right on the kisser by something pretty damn big. It tasted like a grasshopper. I'm a little disturbed that I even KNOW that.
Also took two very small bugs into my lungs. It's a mystery to me what happens next in there. Is it like a Venus Fly Trap? Do I just.... digest them?!
My buddy also flatted at about 20 mph right in front of, and I kid you not, a hillbilly hoedown. Now, I'm kind of of hippie/redneck myself after 20+ years in the country, so I ain't judging, other that to say these was some good ol' Oregon hillbillies doing what they do. Only thing missing was gunfire. Maybe that came later.
So I French-kissed a grasshopper, am digesting a couple LGB's (little generic bugs) in my lungs, and got to observe hillbillies in their natural habitat. And climbed like wheezy old goat.
This is why we ride, people.