Who has gross stories about creepy crawly things?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I admit it… this thread was inspired by the “If something small and fuzzy runs over your toe…” thread. However, the story I am about to tell didn’t quite fit in that thread, so I had to create a new one.

I was with a group of friends at someone’s apartment last year, and someone wanted us to tell gross stories, so my friend Keith obliged with this one:

One of his friends had inexplicably trusted his brother to look after his house over the holidays. The electricity got cut off because the guy forgot to pay the bill. It wouldn’t have been that bad, but there was a roast or something in the fridge at the time, and it stayed in the fridge for two weeks.

When my friend’s buddy got back, he opened his fridge (remember, the electricity was cut off at this time) and saw something black inside. He thought it wasn’t that bad, until he got a flashlight and actually looked inside the illuminated fridge:

There were all these maggots, flies, and whatnot crawling all over the fridge!
The poor guy had to throw away the entire fridge, with the roast still in it! Pretty bad, gross and revolting, disgusting, etc.! Wouldn’t you say the same?

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I once woke up at a friends how when I was about 11 to the sounds of giggling from my girl friend and her older brothers ( she was the youngest of 15 kids) to feel something on my face.

When I opened my one eye, a trantula was right over that eye.

I grabbed the beast and flung him against a wall. Needless to say, the spider died.

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Four words:

Leech on my nutsack.

As you were.

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When I was a kid there was a park near my house with a big rope to swing from. You’d climb the tree a little, and the rope had a big knot in it to grab onto. I was out there with some other kids, one climbed the tree a little, grabbed the rope, and proceeded to swing. Within a few minutes he was yelling in panic and dropped to the ground. Turns out the top of the knot was covered with furry black caterpillars, which began stinging his hands when he started swinging.

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A few years ago, we kept hearing a very slight rustling sound in the vents. Taking a flashlight, we looked around but never saw anything. We thought it was probably squirells. A few days later, I happened to look up and saw a small black “something” poking out of the vent. That totally freaked me out, so the DH (“dear Husband”) got a ladder and and screwdriver and took the vent off the ceiling. He came down the ladder with a baby bat. It grossed me out so much, I had to go to another part of the house. Of course, he had to play with it for a few minutes, showing our daughters (aged 3 and 5 at the time) it’s nasty little bat wings, and it’s nasty little scratchy bat feet and claws, and it’s nasty little bat nose. Ewwww :::shudder:::

Then, of course, there is the “picking stuff up out of the yard and put your hands right on a slug” events, which happen at least twice a year, or the “I was cutting the grass and a snake came out of the mower” event, which is just beginning to gear up.

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I met this guy at Purdue at a friend’s wedding. He was a friend of the fiancee of a friend of my fiancee. But he told us a wonderful story.

He was walking to his apartment one night. The building was the kind where the doors were all on the outside, and he was on an upper floor. While walking up the stairs, he felt a moth brush against his face. He tried to swoosh it away. It climbed into his ear.

It wouldn’t come out. With every effort on his part to remove the creature, it would climb in deeper.

He had to go to the ER to have it extracted. They thought it was dead. It wasn’t. He could feel it wiggling.

They cut it into pieces to get it out.

The doctors told him stories about people coming in with cockroaches in their ears. They like to climb in when people are asleep.

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Our back yard has a very healthy slug population. They used to get into the kitchen at night, usualy on the floor but sometimes on the counter.
We had a big wooden dog house in the yard that we wanted to relocate. When my husband and his brother lifted it, they both backed away quickly because there was a snake. Since snakes don’t bother me, I went to look…It wasn’t a snake. It was a 18" long 1" wide slug.:eek:

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I was asleep early one morning when I awoke to a strange sound. It was a swishing or scrabbling sound, like something being stirred by fingers- and it sounded really close.

I sat up, and heard the sound again- it was coming from inside my head! I ran to the bathroom.

I felt around my right ear, and tilted it toward the sink. Fumbling around, I reached for a Q-tip and (ignoring the instructions) tried to probe my ear canal. I felt something solid inside.

I shook my head, and dropping out of my ear into the sink was one of those ladybugs! Just like the thousands that have invaded my house, the ones I can’t get rid of, the ones that make me check every drink for bugs and always fly around my living room light fixture. I turned the water on and sent him to his doom in the drain, bwahahaha.

I hate ladybugs.

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I am going to post this for my friend.

She had been living in TX for a few weeks, for a special company projects. On her last week there, she discovered a cockroach in her apartment. Now, knowing that there is never ONE roach, she called a friend of hers to come and investigate, they searched the whole place together and found nothing.

Fast forward to later in the evening. She is showering, hair full of conditioner, eyes closed and grabs the facecloth to wipe her face. Just seconds away from actualy touching the cloth to her face, she gets a creepy feeling and cracks and eyelid. There, mere millimetres from her face, on the cloth in her hand is a roach.

:eek:

She FLEW from the tub backwards and stayed at a hotel the rest of the week.

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I refer you to this thread: Head Lice (ACK!). The name says it all, I think.

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Arachnophobic ex-girlfriend, sitting naked on the floor.

Heat-seeking wolf spider, looking for a nice dark place to hide.

Guess where it chose :smiley:

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When I was at summer camp, my unit had gone on a two-day overnight to a neighboring island to climb a locally famous hill. We spent the first night at the base of the hill next to a pond (which had leeches-- I did not risk swimming). This was in the Pacific Northwest, and as usual, the next day the morning dew was heavy and the banana slugs were out and about.

It was when only a handful of us were awake that we noticed a silvery slime-trail leading up to the sleeping Francie’s head… and up onto her cheek… and over her face… and into her hair. EW! We woke her up, and she sleepily sat up and brushed her hair away from her face, and her fingers landed on the slug that was still tangled in her hair. The slug didn’t live long after that, poor misguided thing.

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Oh, man, the stories I could tell. I do this for a living, folks, and you don’t wanna know some of the things I’ve seen.

But I’ll share this one with you.

I was doing an initial service in an apartment in the Bronx. For roaches (what else?).

Well, I was applying aerosol insecticide into the cracks and crevices in the kitchen – SOP for roaches. Not a problem.

I noticed the wall cabinets were shimmed out a good inch at the bottom. Apparently, the walls were way off plumb. So I stick the aerosol applicator up in there and give a blast.

The roaches fell out like pebbles, all over the kitchen counter. And they kept on falling. :eek:

Disgusting.

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I am impressed. No, wait, I am disgusted. No, curious. I take it back, I am horrified.

I want to know more, but I’m pretty sure that’s the board version of slowing down to look at a car wreck. It couldn’t be any worse than I’m imagining - or could it? Will it be a story about fishing while wearing infested hip waders, or was there a misguided healing attempt for some overly personal illness? How could this happen?

Never mind. I don’t want to know.

*sigh…*Yes I do.

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Ok, I’m about 13 eating in my dillapidated middle school cafeteria.

It’s salisbury steak day and I’m having green beans with my meal, such as it is.

Whilest idly putting mystery meat into mouth followed by a bite of rubbery green bean I noticed that one of the green beans was distinctly darker than the others.

It also had legs.

About 20 of them.

Seems a very dead, very soggy HALF of a caterpillar had been canned along with the green beans and cooked with my food. I became ill and immediately notified my teacher about the contamination. The teacher then had the absolute GALL to tell me it wasn’t a big deal and that people in Africa eat stuff like that all the time so I should just grow up. :rolleyes:

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Can’t find it right now, but there was a great post on Chowhound titled something like What to do when your food is moving . One of the posters went to a restaurant, and picked up a take-out meal. He opened it, and literally hundreds of silverfish swarmed out. If you can find it, it’s a great story…

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Short version: 9 year-old Duck swimming at the lake. He gets out, goes to change into regular clothes, looks down and proceeds to throw the great hissy fit of '74. I forget who actually removed it from my person, I was in full screaming meemie mode at the time.

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Those were all very GROSS stories! Especially the one about the 18-foot, 1-inch slug! Then again, I don’t think I’d want to imagine almost washing your face with a cloth on which a roach is resident! I’m happy she realized it in time… still, that just bugs me out to no end! (pun intended :p)

Does anyone else have any more stories? (yes, I know I’m asking to be grossed out, but it’s all in fun, really… isn’t it?)

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I’ve posted this in the Pit.

When they were kids, my mom discovered her younger sister, sitting in their bedroom on the floor, shrieking. She was covered head-to-toe in hundreds of little baby spiders. They were on her clothes, in her clothes, in her hair… everywhere.

I’m not sure how they got there. I suspect she’d been playing near an egg sac.

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There has to be something seriously wrong with me. I mean, I knew damn good and well this thread was going to have bugs and other horrors in it and knew good and well I am about to go to bed, but oh nooooooo…

My life wasn’t going to be complete until I opened it.

CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!

I hate bugs! I can’t stand the idea of one on me or near me. But yes, I just had to open this thread.

I’ll contribute one small tidbit, so this post won’t be a total hijack:

I’m at home, about age thirteen. The lights are out and my sister and I are just about asleep. In fact, my sister is asleep.

I hear this smacking noise. The room is pitch black, and I can’t see anything. I’m thinking one of my cats is giving herself a bath on my sister’s bed and will stop in a minute. The smacking continues for longer than I think a cat should be bathing.

I roll over and turn on the light. No cat on my sister’s bed. No cat on my bed. No cat anywhere in the room, and the bedroom door is completely shut.

Underneath my sister’s bed, about two feet from me, is a gigantic black cockroach,(one of those kind that have wings the size of helicopter blades) approximately two inches long, eating a piece of Crackerjack popcorn! I could hear the damned thing eating it, as God is my witness.

Needless to say, I screamed like a banshee and woke up everyone in the house. The effin’ hell-bug ran off and nobody saw it or believed me when I told them it had woken me up by smacking on a piece of popcorn. All I could do was sit there and point helplessly at the Crackerjack, and holler, “BUG!”

I don’t think anybody believes me about that to this day.