Freakish bug incident

Once again, I snoozed until 8:00 this morning, but after dragging myself out of bed, showering, and getting dressed, I was ready to leave my apartment at 8:30. I opened my front door and started to turn around, when all of a sudden one of those giant daddy-longleg mosquito things flies down my shirt. AGGHHHHH!!!! I start wildly flapping around and yanking at my shirt, trying to remove the bug that's now stuck between my shirt and my chest because it has such freakishly long legs. It falls down a bit so I jerk my shirt up and slap at my torso to get the bug to come out the bottom, but then it decides to go back up. By this point, I'm completely sure that I flashed any neighbors that happened to be watching me flail around, so after much wild scraping at my chest and shirt, the bug finally disintigrated into a chunk on my finger and miscellaneous legs scattered around the inside front of my shirt. Thoroughly exhausted and freaked out, I go back inside and peel off my clothes as I run up the stairs. After dumping my tainted clothes in a pile on my bathroom floor and scrubbing my finger clean of the bug guts, I spent another 15 minutes putting on nearly everything left in my closet, which doesn't take long because I haven't done laundry in a while, and quickly decide that everything is unsuitable. I finally picked out another shirt and walk out the front door, all while covering my chest with both hands to prevent another freakish bug incident.