I don't make a habit of lying. In fact, I avoid it where possible; I have for most of my life and was honest to a fault as a kid. I can remember two times I lied to my parents: once I took a dollar off the top of my brother's allowance. The other time I was speeding and crashed through a fence, then told my parents I swerved to avoid a deer.
I told both of those to my dad one year and he said "I don't think I want to hear any more confessions." Which is good, because I had none.
I have to keep my window a little bit open because I use a window AC unit. Unfortunately, the build quality isn't great and the unit is old, so there are small gaps around it. Unsurprisingly, bugs get in and, I guess because I live in a fairly rural area, the diversity is kind of impressive. I would be very surprised if nothing had climbed on me in my sleep. Just a few days ago I was laying in bed reading and a moth tried to fly straight up my nose, then into my eye. I don't think either of us enjoyed the experience.
A week or two ago, I got an irritated spot on one of my eyes. I don't know what caused it; maybe it was another moth. Anyway, I kept track of it but didn't worry too much because there were no other symptoms. Then, one late night or early morning, I was trying to sleep but having no luck. As I laid with my eyes closed, I kept seeing flashes, but when I'd open my eyes there would be nothing flashing.
I was worried that my eye irritation had finally come to fruition and my retinas were detaching or something. That didn't help with the insomnia ... Eventually, though, I happened to open my eyes just as a lightning bug (or firefly or whatever your region calls them) flew right past my nose, blinking merrily.
That was a relief!