funny, when I was a kid, I was as fascinated by bugs as any kid is; caught fireflies in a jar, tied a string around a June bug's leg and flew it around like a toy airplane, took tarantulas to show-and-tell. Now I have a freaking wreck if a grass spider gets in my truck.
I have become a little bit desensitized in the past couple years, because I lived for awhile in a house where Cave Crickets got into the house all the time. Now I don't know if you've ever seen one of these things, but they look like the bugs in Starship Troopers. Until about ten years ago, I'd never seen or heard of them. Now they're everywhere around here. They're harmless, but if there was ever an insect who's very ugliness would make you jump on a chair and scream like a little girl, this is it. After having to kill a couple hundred of these things, I finally got past the sudden adrenaline injection everytime I encountered one. Still, I wouldn't pick one up with my bare hands. eeeeyycchh.
Here's a sweet bedtime story for ya: In '99, I woke up one maorning and showered, got ready for work and realized my hearing in one ear seemed clogged. Assumed I'd gotten water in it while showering.
Couple hours later, I'm at work, sitting at my computer, doing boring programming. My ear still seemed clogged, so I reached up and rubbed it, to see if I could dislodge the water bubble. When I did so, there was a loud rubbing against my eardrum as something shifted itself. Holy crap! There's something alive in my frickin' ear! (visions of earwigs and Chekov in Wrath of Khan)
So I start thinking (in an irrational panic of course) "How the hell do you get a living creature out of your ear? Ask a doctor? There's no time to sit in a waiting room, I gotta get this thing out now."
So I got to the local Walmart, to look in the pharmacy for any kind of solution. Nothing. "Well", I thought, "I used to have a Cocker Spaniel that got ear mites from time to time, I'll look in the pet section. Sure enough, there's ear mite liquid for dogs, so I get that and a rubber bulb syringe and take it back to work. In the kitchenette at work, I turn on the water faucet, squirt the ear mite medicine into my ear which not only has a nasty hot chemical burn, but also causes the thing to BITE ME ON THE EARDRUM, and stick the bulb syringe into the water stream to fill it with water. In a panic now, because this thing has BITTEN ME ON THE EARDRUM, I stick the filled syringe into my ear and leaning over the sink, squirt the water in, to flush the little bastard out. Only I've forgotten that in this office kitchenette the only water that comes out of this faucet is the HOT kind.
Within six seconds I've squirted a burning chemical into my ear, been bitten by what turns out to be a little fuzzy black house spider and followed that by scalding my eardrum with hot water.
When I later recounted this story to my 90 year old grandmother, who grew up on a country farm, she said: "You didn't need to go to all that trouble, you could've just squirted cold water in there and it would have rinsed him right out."
Yeah, well. It's hard to think that calmly and rationally when there' a SPIDER IN YOUR EAR.