Kind of a bug story.......
When I Was a Kid I had (still have) a 1968 Atlas Mini-bike. My Parents got it for me to ride at my Aunts house in the country when I Stayed for weeks in the country with her.
Anyway, I Was Riding full bore 40+mph in a full tuck down a country road in Southern Mo when I Felt a sharp pain on the outside of my hip. It was bad, Real bad. I Swore I Saw a huge hornet crawling up my leg so I panicked and Jammed on the scrub brake.
I Killed the bike and pulled down my pants to find A Huge Massive whelp!!
That's when I Noticed a kid bolting into the woods with DANG PELLET GUN!!!
It took me a second to register that the SOB had Shot me with that Pellet gun!!
I Couldn't Get that Bike started fast enough. I Went after him with my Pants halfway down my Rear end and Full bore with that Atlas Mini-bike. I Could of swore I saw him trying to crack the Gun open to reload while on the run.
Lets Just Say......... He Didn't Zig Zag when he should have and got a swift kick in the BUTT with me doing at least 25mph and standing on the pegs. I Never saw him after that day and I road that same road more than once while I was down there.

That Whelp stayed for a good week. Thankfully I had Jeans on.