Sometimes I'll bring bear spray with me. Sometimes I'll carry it in my front pocket. Sometimes that bear spray will discharge in my front pocket without me knowing about it. I'll check to make sure the bear spray is still safe and secure every now and then and unknowingly soak up some of that discharge onto my hands. After a while, I'll plop down to take a break and eat a bagel and wonder why it's a little peppery. Feeling a little tired, I'll go ahead and rub my eyes. Sometimes I'll have to cry it out. Sometimes I'm an idiot.