The last post reminds me of something my dog dragged home. I used to live on lots of property with all sorts of wild critters running all over it. My favorite were the deer, especially the adorable little fawns. So what does my dear Zoinker bring home? A little spotted fawn leg that had been ripped off the body!!! 
Some other animal must have done it, because Zoinker was way too fat and slow to ever get a deer!
Well, I guess the last rather-icky thing I did was change my tampon. (TMI, I know)
But here’s a **really cool-icky thing ** that happened about 10 yrs ago. I recently told my 5½ yr old son and got a, “Way awesome, Mom!”
SP and I were bike riding and went through a swam of gnats of some such tiny flying bugs. I managed to breathe in at exactly the wrong time and inhaled one up my nose. I could feel it wriggling in my nasal passages, so I tried to blow it back out. (Using my my shirt since I had no tissue.) I had absolutely no luck.
But I could tell it was up there. So I tried a different approach. I “snorffled” it up my nose and managed to “hock” it up and spit it out my mouth. And now for the best part…It was still wiggling!!!
Well, after hauling around a maggot-infested Chow this evening, I reached into my pocket for a pen and stuck my hand into a pile of maggots. They were the great big fat ones, too. I didn’t so much mind, but the ICU tech looked like she was about to puke.
The funniest icky thing I’ve done recently was the last time I popped a cat abcess. It was a great big one, about ready to rupture on its own, and right between the cat’s ears. When I stuck the blade in, the pus went shooting straight up into the face of the girl holding for me. I think some of it even went up her nose. I nearly pissed my pants laughing, but she was not amused. She didn’t care much for my “money shot” jokes, either. Some people just have no sense of humor.