A MYSTERY

It is probably a puzzle I shall never find the answer to.  It it a total mystery to me how, when going out to do winter barn chores, clad with at least 4 sometimes 5 layers of clothing, how it is a small speck of hay finds its way though each and every layer only to come to rest the most inconvenient spot and timed perfectly to be discovered just as I begin the motion of scooping, as if to make a flippant statement, "Gotcha again!"