Let it go

 Have you ever dropped a piece of what you were eating, something small like a tiny piece of tuna, while you were lying down on a sofa watching television, and without averting your eyes from the screen fondled around with your hand until you found it, a smallish thing, like a piece of sweet corn, and popped it into your mouth only to realize on the first bite that you've just munched on a piece of something disgusting that was lying around which you're scared to even imagine what it is, certainly not a solitary grain of rice, and straining your eyes you keep it in your mouth for little over a second before swallowing it in a cavernous fashion trying to avoid at all costs contact with the papilla of the tongue, you're not going to spit it out on your floor, even if it was just a harmless section of a meatball, and it's not dreadful enough to call for a mad dash to the nearest window or sink, exclamation point.
Next time something falls off your plate or hand, something like a stray pea or something, let it go, no, take it and chug it behind you. Now you're safe.