After spending the day at Seattle Children’s Hospital (where I will likely be spending a significant amount of the next 1-7 months), my sister and I stopped to get something to eat in the University Place/Plaza. About a third of the way into my salad, I noticed something moving in it — something like a fruit-fly or gnat. I grabbed it by the wings and pointed it out to the waitress who was more upset by it than I was. She comped me the order and what I wanted to replace it, which was nice.
One of those very odd things that happens some times.