Then one day, I woke up. I realized the worms that gross me out and the slugs I hate so much are no different from the snails I loved. After seeing more than a few crushed snail shells with slimey body still inside, it slowly started to turn my stomach. Having caterpillers and cocoon-y things dangle and drop from a tree hanging a little too low on the sidewalk on the way home from school, and dropping into my ice cream cup, well, I mean, those were wake up calls. Finding a dead bee coated in cheese nicely browned in the Hawaiin pizza delivered to my home and on my plate half eaten, with me about to fork at that coated bee mistaking it as pineapple I so love... that was enough to leave me traumatized for life.
Then in my young adult years, finding a huge frozen moth broken up in my half litre housemade sesame gelato from a popular gelato establishment in town, well, I'm glad I've been self-trained to look before I put things into my mouth even while I'm distracted by the television.
No, I will not be in denial. I fear bugs enough to hate them even more.
Oh, did I mention the time during high school when I was enjoying the mattress-on-floor life style (felt almost like camping) and didn't want a real bed. I woke up one morning sleeping my side, to a HUGE spider just ONE inch from my face ON my pillow?! Well, it could have been 2 inches, but heck, it might as well have been ON my face. Who knows if it did crawl across me before I woke up to it. It was thick and black! Thick for my standards. It's no surprise I went shopping with my parents soon afterwards and picked up a loft bed. I wanted to be as far away from the ground as possible. I know, they walk on walls and "climb".