When was the last time you screamed like a little girl?

[Ro Carter]

It happens to everyone from time to time, including you.

Mine was a couple weeks ago. My dog was outside tormenting chipmunks as usual, but he had apparently actually found one this time. I heard that stupid squeaking noise that chipmunks make, followed by my dog bonking his head against the stack of 2 x 4s the 'munk was hiding in, accompanied by more squeaks. I went outside to investigate, and call the dog off before he permanently traumatized the thing. I trot down the stairs, slip on some flip flops, open the slider door, and turn about 90 degrees to face the dog. I got about halfway through "Hey, whatcha doing..." when something small and furry took advantage of the dog's temporary distraction to shoot out of the wood pile and run of the hills... on a path that took it right over the mostly-bare top of my foot.

I admit it, I screamed in a very high pitched fashion, jumped, and shook my foot compulsively (even though the chipmunk was probably in the next county by this point). After a few more high-pitched stuttering remarks, I ran back inside and slammed the door shut. The dog (never accused him of being bright), resumed head butting the woodpile that had just been vacated.

What's your story?

[atlantic]

We always seem to be in a rush in the mornings and making up the bed never gets done, so I tidy up the sheets and comforter before we crawl in for the night.

Just a few nights ago, I threw the comforter and flat sheet back as usual to give them a nice shake and a huge, nasty "wood" roach scurried across the bed!!!

I don't know if wood roach is the proper term, but that's what my parents have always called them. They are a much larger bug than a normal, run-of-the-mill cockroach and seem to come in from the outdoors - they're frightening! Especially when confronted with one in your own bed.

I screamed and squirmed for a few seconds before forcing my husband off the Xbox to come and deal with the little bastard. He was very cunning, but eventually became a huge stain on the bottom of a shoe.

I've had severe trouble sleeping comfortably in bed ever since.

[ILovCoffee]

A spider ran out of the box I was moving at work. I shouted and nearly swore. But, as I work in a pediatricians', that would a BAD IDEA (TM) I was able to strangle that blue smoke cloud. I wanted to capture it but it got away. I have no idea where it went.

[TroubleAgain]

I don't scream like a girl. My throat closes up and all you'll get out of me is a "NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH!"

[3acresandatruck]

I can't remember the last time I screamed, but today when I went to do my lunch dishes, I did say "Whoa!", and was momentarily taken aback. This guy, seen here trapped and ready to transport, was in the sink. Here, it takes stock of its new surroundings as I release it. Sorry about the fuzzy shots, but here it is, back in the wild, where it blends in well and its existence doesn't perturb me as much.

[Aspidistra]

Last night, when I stretched out luxuriously in bed, and the cat decided that my little pink exposed toe looked just like a tasty mouse.

Yeeeaaaargh!

[Savannah]

Jimminy Cricket, that's a spider, 3 acres.

Me? Yesterday. I took possession of two Hallowe'en ghouls, and left them by my computer, on the floor, still in their boxes. The plan was to set one up and scare my husband.

Except my husband had his day off yesterday, and decided to vacuum. He found the boxes whilst clearing the floor areas, and... mischief occurred. He set one ghoul up in the main bathroom, and closed the door. He arranged the boxes so that it looked like they hadn't been touched. It took me about half an hour after I arrived home to go to the bathroom. I pushed open the door, and there, standing in the shadows, was the ghoul.

I screamed so hard my throat was still sore an hour later. I may have had to change my panties too.

Then the bastard re-positioned the ghoul to lurk outside the bedroom door after my shower this morning. Second scream, pretty much like the first.

I will take my vengeance. Twice! He got me twice with my own used ghoul!

Damned thing is still making me start and squeak when I see it. I am NOT used to having a ghoul in the house.

[MadPansy64]

Originally Posted by TroubleAgain

I don't scream like a girl. My throat closes up and all you'll get out of me is a "NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH!"

Me, too, but with much kicking and flailing about. Pat McManus calls that a Modified Stationary Panic, and I am its Queen.

Last time was a tick on my jeans. Never touched my skin. My legs did the Russian squat-kick dance, while I sang NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHNNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHNNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!eleventy!! (alto), franticly ripping off my clothing, and trying to slug a wee tiny little vampire.

The time before that was a damn racoon who decided to investigate my toothbrush breath. Russian squat kick dance, a low alto NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH, all while horizontal and trapped in a sleeping bag. I did eventually calm down enough to revert to obscenities, while trying to bitch-slap a critter who had left while I was still in the NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH stage.

The time before that was another freakin racoon, with a similar response.

The time before that, I was very young, and just a wee bit high-strung. That time, I went into what Mr McManus terms a Full Bore Linear Panic. That time, t'was a bear, snorfeling about the campsite. I bounced off rocks, trees and co-campers in my attempt to make a high-speed escape, without slowing down through the next three counties and the state line. However, I never made a sound. Took another full day for my vocal chords to respond, and what came out at that point could not be mistaken for any sound a stereotypical little girl might make.

Unfortunately, to the best of my knowledge, I have never screamed like a little girl, even when I was one.

[LavenderBlue]

When I gave birth to one. She's quite the healthy five year old now.

[Debon Err]

I don't remember the last time I screamed like a little girl, but just about an hour ago I jumped out from behind a door and scared my son so bad he actually fell over backwards. I laughed until it hurt. So did he. It was great.

[Pyper]

Last week, my two-year-old autistic client and I were going for a walk around the neighborhood when a huge, scary-sounding dog slammed its body into the fence we were passing. I screamed and grabbed the kiddo, but he did not react at all. After I recovered myself, I told him, "Whew, that scared me!"

All the way home, he kept repeating, "A scare me! A scare me!" and laughing.

[Kythereia]

I get really easily--and loudly--startled into a little-girl shriek sometimes, for something as innocuous as somebody tapping on my shoulder. I dunno what that says about me.

[Kayeby]

About a week ago when my new kitten bit my boob.

[Purgatory Creek]

I have never screamed like a little girl...not even when I was a little girl. (Having only brothers will do that to you.) I just silently take action, like the day I slammed a door into a small child while trying to get away from one of these.

I did have a little start when I was working one day at my computer in the basement and a 3/4-inch-diameter black spider ran off of me and into my keyboard . It freaked me out so much that I reflexively submitted my document without making some rather substantial changes. It stayed in my keyboard for the rest of my shift (about 4 hours). I have no idea if it ever came out.

[Arglefraster]

A few days ago I was laying on the couch with Zoe, our german shepherd/doberman mix, laying on top of me. My husband was sitting on the loveseat accross the room, and decided to offer Zoe a piece of the cheese he was eating. In her mad scramble to get to the cheese as quickly as doggily possible, she kicked me, hard, right in my hoo-hah. I said "YEEK!" very very loudly, then whimpered for a while. I've been told that when a guy gets kicked in the nads, it hurts a hell of a lot more than when a a girl gets kicked in the hoo-hah. You have my sympathies, guys.

[Angel of the Lord]

Centipede crawling across my arm at around 12:30 in the morning as I was winding down in bed. This was about two months ago.

[ivan astikov]

I haven't got the vocal chords to scream like anything, and if I tried all you'd probably get is a strange "Urrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh" sound. The last time I jumped with fright( although I'd prefer to call it 'surprise'.) is when someone going past in a car actually screamed at me. I nearly fell into some nearby bushes, and prayed the vehicle would hit a lampost further up the road, so I could run up and kick ten barrels of shit out of the clown.

[jali]

I've never screamed (meaning that sound people make at the top of a roller coaster) although I've grunted in fear I'm sure.

The last time I was really frightened involved a waterbug.

[Rascal's Mom]

Originally Posted by MadPansy64

Last time was a tick on my jeans. Never touched my skin. My legs did the Russian squat-kick dance, while I sang NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHNNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHNNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!eleventy!! (alto), franticly ripping off my clothing, and trying to slug a wee tiny little vampire.

The time before that was a damn racoon who decided to investigate my toothbrush breath. Russian squat kick dance, a low alto NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH, all while horizontal and trapped in a sleeping bag. I did eventually calm down enough to revert to obscenities, while trying to bitch-slap a critter who had left while I was still in the NNNNNNNNGHHGHGHGHGHGHGH stage.

This is absolutely hilarious! And it's also me!

[pantheon]

A good friend of mine moved back to the area after years in the military, and actually ended up buying my parents' house (I grew up in) when they retired. One day when visiting, he told me he had found an old box of our stuff in the attic.

I took it home and sat down to look through it. It was a lot of old papers/photos/holiday cards and so I turned it over to dump it out and sort the whole thing. I was sitting cross-legged on floor, in shorts, no shoes/socks. Dumped it right in front of me and at least a dozen (although it looked like hundreds at time) earwigs AND silverfish ran for cover in every direction.

I almost dislocated my knees getting up and back so quickly, shrieking with nary a reservation the whole time. I even had the frantic hand wringing/shaking and vocal ungh-ungh-ungh-gah-gah-gah as I realized they were all now loose and hidden in my bedroom.

Fortunately I was there alone, and my teenage daughter did not witness my verbal-emasculation.

[I Have Hippos In My Garden]

About an hour ago-my sister and I went to a huge local fair that is always on in the last week of september. We went on the usual fairground rides like the Waltzers, but also some really really scary ones that made me scream VERY loudly-to the point my sister told me to shut up because people were staring.

I came home with a goldfish, a helium unicorn and a sick stomach

[hellpaso]

a few weeks ago i was out on my sideporch at night, and this HUGE beetle--i guess it was a goliath beetle--came flying at my head. my husband got a kick out of that! but get this--we went out there a while later, and there was the beetle, dead as a door nail. i must have scared it worse than it scared me!

[Autolycus]

Ummm, I don't squeak or shriek, but I did scream quite loudly when hiking in Japan and a giant bug landed on my shoulder. I was at the top of a small mountain and almost killed myself running around in circles, limbs akimbo.

[gigi]

Originally Posted by Savannah

I pushed open the door, and there, standing in the shadows, was the ghoul.

I screamed so hard my throat was still sore an hour later. I may have had to change my panties too.

Then the bastard re-positioned the ghoul to lurk outside the bedroom door after my shower this morning. Second scream, pretty much like the first.

Hee hee hee.

I don't scream but I either go panic-silent or emit a rhythmic AH AH AH AH. And not in a good way.

[jayjay]

Two years ago, while flying from Atlanta to Houston. About 1/2 hour out of Atlanta, we hit a pocket of turbulence and happened to drop straight down about 50 feet. I screamed like a little girl on fire being chased by a pit bull. Supervenusfreak still enjoys telling that story way too much.

[The Scrivener]

Last weekend, when I nearly face-planted into a web with an enormous, orange-and-black-banded, fleshy, hairy spider. I stopped inches short and backpedalled with a speed nearly inexplicable, given my shlubbiness. I think it was the shrieking; full-throated shrieking gives you a turbo-boost.

[cuberdon]

Last night, in the bathroom. A large moth was thumping around the ceiling then swooped past my face with an audible woosh. I screeched and jerked my head back. BF looked puzzled.

Actual screams? Last year in Singapore. We were eating at an outdoor restaurant, and I was in a sleeveless top. I felt some tickling against my arm and looked down in time to see a roach the size of a credit card hoisting its way up my shirt. I leaped up screaming and frantically shaking the shirt. The bug fell off and one of the cooks who had run outside to see the commotion, nonchalantly stomped on it as it tried to scuttle away. Even better, we'd been to a bug zoo that morning.

[Dr. Drake]

Years ago. Alone in the back of a taxi in Delhi, India, about 8 o'clock at night, going from hotel to a shopping center, I felt the pressure of a hand on my right shoulder. I'm a big guy, and I screamed like a VERY frightened little girl, and immediately started wondering if I had disturbed a bhut or some other taxi-haunting entity.

It turned out to be a gecko that had leapt from parts unknown to my shoulder. (Maybe it fell as we went around a curve. Whatever: falling gecko = exactly the pressure of a sinister invisible human hand.)

The driver barely looked up. I suspect him of having trained it.

[Her Royal IMFness]

Considering I am female... and I tend to sing in the upper soprano range.... and I sing in the shower.... Yeah, simple math there XD.

Um.... I honestly think the last time I screamed like a little girl was about.... Two weeks ago when tripped over my cat down the steps????? (Yeah, not that great a story, but true...).

[brachyrhynchos]

Originally Posted by hellpaso

a few weeks ago i was out on my sideporch at night, and this HUGE beetle--i guess it was a goliath beetle--came flying at my head. my husband got a kick out of that! but get this--we went out there a while later, and there was the beetle, dead as a door nail. i must have scared it worse than it scared me!

Okay, that reminds me....

A few years ago, a colleague and I were mistnetting for birds. We'd get some large insects caught in the nets on occasion - the dragonflies would try to eat their way through the net. And we'd try to free them and let them go. So, once we caught a large tabanid fly. This guy was enormous and caught around the head. I'm holding the net so my friend could free the fly. My fingers slip and the net goes "twang!" and the poor tabanid's head goes flying off into the swamp.

Friend is like, "Oh well," and tosses the tabanid's presumed corpse away. Except it doesn't fall to the ground. It flies away. Friend picks it up and tosses it in the air. This undead fly comes straight for me, and I can see the beheadedness of it SO CLEARLY. I'm overtaken by the mega-willies and am 15 feet down the trail before sound (the little girl variety) leaves my throat. Ick.

[fessie]

I was digging deep in our backyard sand pit with the twins, breaking up handfuls of sand and pulling out bits of tree root, when I noticed the sand in my hand was squishy, not crumbly.

Squishy..and firm...and...IT WAS ALIVE!

I screamed like a little girl.



It was....a frog!

He hopped away.

[Dolores Reborn]

I screamed like a little girl about a week ago. I was about to take a half-dead potted plant from the garage to the front porch. I raised the garage door from the bottom handle. Halfway through this operation, I decided that no, I would take the pot through the house and out to the back porch. For some reason, I had slid two of my fingers in the crack opened up by opening the garage door, and when I changed my mind, I smashed those two fingers in the swiftly closing gap. It took me several seconds to associate closing the door with the pressure and pain, and then I screamed my fucking head off!!!

[RealityChuck]

You know, I don't think I ever screamed. Maybe when I was five, but not after I reached puberty.

[ExTank]

I have done the "little girl scream" exactly twice in my life.

Early January, 1991, and my unit is packing up to move out and begin moving towards the Saudi-Iraq border. Tank crews shared a 4-man tent, which we had pretty much cleared out, except for my driver, who had been tasked to some Detail. The only thing he had left was his cot, which needed to be folded up, a rucksack sitting on the ground, and a BDU top lying next to it.

I picked up the BDU top, and a foot-long scorpion fell out of it (it was! foot-long!! I swear!!!).

I screamed like a little girl, did a ten-foot standing jump up onto the cot, drew my service-issue .45, and blew the sumbitch to little tiny scorpion bits.

Then in May of 2000, I was working as a civilian on a project for the U.S. Army Reserve in North Little Rock, Arkansas. About a week earlier, we'd received some equipment from another project site in Fort Huachuca, Arizona, which we were just getting around to opening up and using, when a pissed-off tarantula came out of one of the boxes I was opening and began waving his little feeler-grabber-thingys at me.

Lacking a .45, but otherwise armed with WD-40 and a Zippo, I proceeded to perfrom my own version of "take off and nuke the site from orbit" by first spraying Mr. Tarantula with WD-40, then turning the can into a flamethrower with the Zippo.

Mr. Tarantula didn't like that at all. Mr. "Now-I'm-On-Fire!" Tarantula began running faster than the fucking Road Runner from Loony Tunes fame around the warehouse.

I then screamed like a little girl and unassed the warehouse (followed very closely by a half-dozen other grown men, all of them screaming like little girls, as well).

[elfkin477]

Within the last two weeks, probably.

I don't take being surprised by dead mice very well. We have a very determined mouser, and a basement easily accessable to mice.

[Miller]

Originally Posted by Angel of the Lord

Centipede crawling across my arm at around 12:30 in the morning as I was winding down in bed. This was about two months ago.

...and you haven't slept since?

[Scumpup]

When I was 16. I was developing some prints in the darkroom I had constructed in my parents' basement. I was wearing sandals at the time. I felt something on my foot and looked down to see a millipede about the size of a cohiba cigar crawling over my foot.
I didn't just scream like a little girl. I completely spazzed. I flung the print tongs. I spun and kicked and lurched around the room. I banged my face off the door by trying to go through it without opening it. I clawed for the white light switch. I screamed some more.
I eventually determined that it had probably come in through an open floor drain. I put a proper cover on that ASAP.
I still hate crawlies.

[Savannah]

Originally Posted by Savannah

I took possession of two Hallowe'en ghouls.

I am going to kill my husband.

I finally got used to the ghoul who's out of the box and assembled, the one that my husband has been tormenting me with for three days. (He has a hat on now, and he looks silly-scary now, which lessens the impact of glimpsing it.)

I forgot about the other ghoul. The one still in the box, the one that stayed in the box, disguising the first ghoul's emergence on Wednesday.

My husband did not forget the other ghoul. Oh, no.

He got up early today to go to work, and I slept in a bit. I've actually been up for a couple of hours, but just now, decided to warm up my mug of tea in the microwave.

That would be the microwave oven that contained the severed head of a Hallowe'en ghoul.

Open. See. Scream like a little girl.

I am going to kill him. Any ideas for vengeance? I thought of ghoul-in-the-bed with him, but I'm afraid he wouldn't be fazed in the least. Maybe I will give his DVD collection away instead.

[TroubleAgain]

If you get a female jury, you can pretty much be guaranteed a "Justifiable Homicide verdict, Savannah.

[outlierrn]

So long ago I can't remember

[SnakesCatLady]

This morning. About 8. I felt something on my foot, and even though I thought it was just my pants leg I decided to take a look.

A cockroach.

A HUGE frickin' cockroach.

I screamed like a...well, see the title of this thread. I also flung my foot around madly, sending said cockroach off to scuttle between two of the cubicles.

I, however, kept my eye out for the little bastard, and when he ventured his cockroach ass out I stomped him flat.

I asked my team leader to dispose of the flattened corpse, which she kindly did.

Ewwwwwwwwww.

I hate cockroaches.