Dust mites, eh, Dolores Reborn? Your post reminds me of some critters I hadn’t thought about for years. Good thing, too, because the idea just squicks me out something fierce!
Dogs (or any other “cute” mammal) eating vomit or poop. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Ever since I had a childhood encounter with a bunch of 'em, leeches have been a major grossout for me. I know they have legitimate medicinal uses. But not in my medicine chest.
Aww, the giant wasps are harmless when you’re not moving at a high rate of speed in relation to them. They’re kinda soporific in their flight burrrrrzzzz
Although if I’d known about the vinegaroons, I’d have told my husband I wasn’t moving in with him (the first time I encountered one, it was nestled in the cup of a bra I’d left on the floor :eek:. I have never screamed so long and so hard, ever.)
My husband’s nemesis is the potato bug, but I think they’re cute. Yes, I live in the land of Jurassic-sized insects.
The cousins and I would have used a BB gun or 22 to see it pop from a safe distance. We threw rotten green eggs back and forth like hot potato. I have no idea why.
But… why? What do you think is in there? Confetti and streamers?
Geez, butler. Pinatas are covered in crepe paper, not flies, and balloons have a string attached, not a tail. What the hell is wrong with you boys anyway?
Very little grosses me out. Last summer, I worked as a desk clerk/dogsbody in a dormitory on campus. My room being on the ground floor, I got first crack at all the creepy crawly things that wanted to come in. One night, I found the biggest, fugliest bug I had ever seen in my life wandering around my bathroom. It had eight legs and some gripper arms, and looked like the love child of a tarantula and a carpenter ant, that had been beaten, probably by its parents, with an ugly stick.
Naturally, I caught it. One of my coworkers was a biology major, so I brought it down to the front desk of the building to ask him what it was and whether it was venomous. The other five people in the building immediately started shrieking and jumping up on furniture, as if the ugly lil’ sucker was really going to be able to get out of a CD spindle + lid and attack them all by itself.
It was a sun spider. Hideous, but completely harmless unless you happen to be a bug smaller than it is. The bio major and I spent about half an hour staring at it before we overruled the pansies we worked with and tossed it to freedom in the landscaping out front.
They freaked out when one of them noticed the flood of bats leaving the attic of the building at sunset, too. Weenies.
This had me in tears.
I’ll ditto the I hate/am disgusted by bloated ticks. I don’t like spiders, they give me the willies but bloated ticks make me physically ill. I’m dry heaving just thinking about them.
I’m not bothered by insects, bugs, and so on.
However, a few years ago, I watched in horror as a blue jay, in my back yard, managed to attack, kill and eat two sparrows within a couple of hours. There was BLOOD on the wall of the back planter, fergoodness sakes!
That’s all.
KILL ME NOW.
(I am in Slug Country. Ug country. Ug slug UG.)
Aww, the mating slugs were cute.
Parasites gross me out - the way many of them will mind-control their victims or otherwise change their behaviour to serve the infestor is like bad Sci-Fi. My current ookiest? http://people.smu.edu/eheise/Leucochloridium_paradoxum.htm
Why do boys do this? My son poked a dead, bloated raccoon. I actually saw him do it! WHY??? :eek:
There is no explanation, other than it’s all part and parcel of the “snips & snails, and puppy dog tails” bit.
Men are gross. We’re hairy, we smell bad, and have too much gas. I don’t know what women see in us, except for warmth, and the ability to reach the top shelf. 
No, no, it’s cool. I think I can use this information. Some friends are planning an outdoor wedding at my house this summer, so I will make sure and include a bloated carcass just for the fellas.
The men who attend will talk about it until the end of their days - finally, a wedding done right! 
It’s something to do with smell credits. If your buddy gets you to come over and smell something horrible, then the next time you cut a fart, they have to grunt in appreciaton.
Ivylad served on a Navy submarine. They used to rate farts based on sound quality, bouquet, and the length of the linger. He was very proud of the day he managed to clear out the sonar shack. He was congratulated and held in awe by all his fellow sailors.
Boys are icky. Sometimes. I do agree with Suzanne Sugarbaker though…“The man should have to kill the bug!”
You wouldn’t feel them feeding, because they only feed on the dead tissue. That said, if your necrotizing fasciitis was bad enough to require maggots, you’d be well sedated anyway.
There isn’t much that grosses me out, but the thought of intestinal parasites makes me pretty weak in the knees.
AAAHHH! Every instinct would say kill it, but then there’s all this goo and shell to clean up. bleah
Really? If there was a safe way to get it out again, I’d so swallow one of those as a weight-loss aid.
Eyeball worm parasites are way worse. No, don’t google it. Seriously, don’t.
ETA:
Dude(tte)! It’s even *worse *when you see it with some perspective of size. Don’t click this link!!!
Why did I click that link!!! AAH AAH AAH!!!
Note to self: Take WhyNot’s warnings more seriously.