So there I was, driving to the city. The top was down on the car, and as usual, the wind was blowing in my hair, and the sun was causing a nice sheen of perspiration on my brow. I lifted my hand to wipe my forehead, when something felt strange in my eyebrow. Immediately squicked, I thought "Eeew, bug!" and used my finger to probe the offending eyebrow. But there was no bug. There was, however, something strange. One of my eyebrow hairs had gone "mutant" and grew to twice the length and thickness of all the others. It was (at great personal cost) immediately extricated from the eyebrow and set free on the wind.
So now I'm one step closer to being a big, bushy eyebrowed Italian man. Or a Mentat.