Waiter, there's a fly in my salad...

Yesterday, I got lunch at a fast-food restaurant chain named after the founder's daughter. I got the salad. I had been looking forward to it. It is, and despite the incident remains, one of my favorite fast-food restaurants. Regardless, yesterday, I was halfway through my salad and I saw a squirming fly! Now, if you know anything about me, you know that bugs are not my friends. I would have the graphic of a fly, but all of them were too icky so I chose the little fingerprint ladybug instead. Anyway, I don't know if it is better or worse that the fly was alive and flapping. Being that it was alive, it made me wonder if the fly came with my salad or joined my salad already in progress after I sat down at my cube. Either way, I didn't care about the fly's origin. At that point, I was done eating. I threw my salad away, fly and all, and snacked on my honey whole wheat pretzel sticks. Plus, despite not swallowing the fly (or a spider to catch the fly), I felt something that "wriggled and jiggled and tickled" inside me. I'm sure it was my imagination. Or was it?