Thanks for the laugh!

I guess we’re afraid of little things because they can get lost in us so easily.. ahhhh…. I remember having a june bug up my pants one time. I didn’t know what it was, but I squished it like there was no tomorrow… horrible.

I won’t admit to having lost it when I was a little kid and my sister told me I had some kind’a worm on my shirt collar, at night. I sure couldn’t see it, but I could “feel” it, and it was going to eat my neck and then my face, or crawl into my brain through my ear canal.

I think I ran/jumped/cartwheeled horizontally on the walls of our house that time. Finally, someone told me it was off, so I stopped, they flung it off, and I was able to regain my composure. Poor caterpillar. I wonder if it survived the ride.

I got into my van once – in the dark – and there was this sudden, loud, terrifying sound that screamed out from the passenger seat. I matched that sound with my own screams and flailing, sure there was a loud, invisible villain sitting next to me. When I finally got the overhead light on, it was a hideous, red-eyed locust jumping around. It was massive. I jumped out of the van, the doors open, the engine running, and ran back into the house! Little things are scary!