Eeeks! Okay, let's get back to something, perhaps painful, but painfully funny.
When I was 14, we lived in a farmhouse, just a cheap rental property until my father was able to find a home to buy. The air conditioning in the house was non-existant, but it was comfortable enough with just using box fans in the windows, of which I had one in the window next to which I slept (no you don't know where this is going).
Being summer, and the window screens being far from perfect, you would have to deal with occasional bugs that found their way in. Being that I was laying in bed (gutterminds), watching TV, it seems a particularly annoying moth was attracted to the TV, and was really bugging the hell out of me; if I could just catch it.
After a while of just ignoring it, it came to light on the bed cover itself. This became my chance, and cautiously, I took my opportunity to rid myself of this annoyance. I raised my fist and came down hard on the moth.
Although I did succeed in killing the moth, I should have been more attentive to the exact position where it had landed, as, being a guy, it became painfully obvious that I did not do myself any favors at that point as I was doubled up in pain, thinking what an idiot I was.