So, I consider myself a pretty tough cookie. I grew up in the country. Growing up I was a true-blue tom-boy. Still am. To this day, I'll catch the occassional small lizard or other assorted creepy crawlies with my bare hands and carefully re-locate them OUT of my house to avoid killin' em. Ive had to do some of the most disgusting, ooey-gooey things to my horses due to various illnesses or injuries over the years and never flinched ...or threw up. I've literally thrown rocks and sticks at water moccassins to scare them off as they swam close to my perfect spot on the river bank while I was fishing. (I was getting a bite at the time and I wasnt about to let a little old snake scare off that potentially "biggest fish of my life".) FYI...it wasnt my biggest fish but I didnt know for sure at the time! I think spiders and snakes are facinating.
So - riddle me this:
WHAT can make a true-blue country girl, cowgirl, tom-boy Texas gal suddenly lose her mind and begin running blindly into the night, swatting at her head as if it were on fire, screaming un-repeatable profanities like a banshee on crack? What can make this "tough" girl's skin crawl? Give her nightmares for weeks? This. This can. This absolutely vile creature that serves no purpose whatsoever on this earth. (much like fire ants, mosquitos and roaches - but none of which are as freakishly scary as this thing.)
The dreaded June Bug! Their spindly spiny sticky legs get caught in my hair. They crunch. They buzz. They need to die... I have to go now. I have to pick the june bug body parts out of what WAS my freshly washed hair.