.....what makes your skin crawl.

In general, I am not a girl who gets overly wrought about creepy crawlies. I don't shriek when I see a spider, or beat a hasty retreat if I see a snake in the distance.  I have a healthy respect for animals and insects alike, don't get me wrong, but they don't frighten me.

However, I have a particular aversion to what I term "crunchy bugs"...this would include your cockroaches, your june bugs and your locusts (or whatever colloquial term you call all these suckers by).  I particularly despise cicadas/locusts because they leave their bug eyed body husks hanging around.  I can't bear someone who doesn't pick up after themselves. I have a very vivid memory of being around 10 and being chased up and down the street by neighborhood kids holding shed outer wrappings of cicadas in their outstretched hands...also around the same time standing on the front step SCREAMING and crying for my mom to open the door, because there was a cicadas hanging on the outside of the screen door at both the front and the back.  It's serious psychosis people.  Don't try to talk me out of it because they "don't hurt you", I just don't care for them and I never will.

And while we're on the subject, I do have to say that bugs and other things creep me out when I'm in a vulnerable state...which would include being asleep and being naked.  In fact, I could probably say that lots of things might creep me out when naked, but that's a story for a different day.  The idea of anything-even harmless little ants, crawling on me while I sleep makes me twitch and scratch like a meth addict.  I grew up in a duplex where the landlord REFUSED to come and fix the tile on the bathtub that was literally falling off.  As a result we hung a big sheet of plastic up covering the wall.  However, the sheet of plastic did not keep out the infestation of ants we got every summer.  Our water bill was cut drastically because my showers got shorter and shorter the more ants traipsed out of the walls and into the shower with me.

Even now I shudder.  I think I have PTID. Post Traumatic Insect Disorder.