Thought you might all get a kick out of this or at least be able to relate to it.
My sister, who's going to be a nurse, has experience dealing with all sorts of disgusting sores, rashes, surgeries, blood etc. She has repacked a guy's colon for God's sake.
And yet here the other day she runs in the house to find me.
"Euuuuuuclidean! Euuuuuuclidean! Come kill this giant thing it's disgusting! I can't get in my car!"
So I got out there and I expect to see something I'm going to have to knife to death or at least shoo away, or maybe I'll get to shoot it and I'm all excited and worked up... and it's an inch worm wriggling around.
An inch worm!
And she was wearing boots!
This happens to me ALL the time at work too. I can't tell you how many spiders, roaches, small lizards, and even a mouse on one occassion I have taken out. I can understand the mouse a little bit because they can bite and they carry diseases... no it's a freaking mouse. Scoop it up in a trash can and throw it out already.
I don't like bugs and frogs and snakes and lizards and all your assorted disgusting little creepy crawlers and I don't like to touch them. But I'm not afraid of them. I see a snake I kill it. I see a spider I scoop him up and throw him out. I squash roaches. You know the drill.
I mean come on why be afraid of this stuff? I admit some of those monster tarantulas might freak me out if I woke up and one was sitting on my face but I would kill it, not curl up into a little ball in fear.
Sometimes I just want to scream: "Don't call me unless it weighs more than 5 pounds!" :mad: