ode to a suicidal gnat

so there i am...walking down the hall at work...and a gnat flies directly into my mouth and down my throat. why? why would you do this little gnat? was my throat that inviting that you decided to commit suicide and jump down into the endless abyss? or were you having problems at home? perhaps the strain of day-to-day living was getting the best of you and that lead to the decision to eliminate your existence from this cruel, cruel world. i must say that i don't understand why you did what you did...but i suppose i must accept it, after all, you are in my stomach now. rest in peace, little gnat, rest in peace.

ps...if you give me indigestion i will hunt your family down and eat them too!