Lovers of bad taste will be familiar with The Book of Bunny Suicides. But I want to compile The Book of Insect Suicides. Number 1 on the list must still be: flying into a cyclist's eye just as he is trying to negotiate an awkward stretch of road at speed. But number 2 will be: flying into a runner's open mouth as he is gasping for breath. Yes, it happened to me (again) on the first day of really warm weather, yesterday. This certainly does leave a bad taste. Yuk!