How about cruising wide open down Rt. 40 one night south of Sarasota on a Honda, and having one hit smack into your chest and go down your shirt. I had bug bits all over me.
Being the Yankee boy I was, I don't know they made bugs that damn big. I'm just glad I didn't have to floss him out of my teeth. ;~))
They actually taste quite good if you fry them up and dip them in chocolate. Nutritious, too, if a bit crunchy. $:-)