I don’t scream…generally…
I was a pretty hardcore tomboy when I was little, so screaming was definitely out of the question…after high school, though, I rapidly became girlier.
A little over a year ago, we had the occasional ant scamper across the floor for a couple months and I couldn’t figure out where they came from.
One day I was cleaning the kitchen and we had this little chile-shaped tray in the window sill…it was a little dusty, so I thought I’d rinse it off and return it. When I lifted it, there was a full-blown ant colony underneath it, complete with eggs and larvae…both warranting a scream!
And a 6 foot backwards jump.
And a “they’re-on-me, they’re-on-me” dance.
If I saw a corpse in the woods or something, I might startle, recoil, but I feel like I’d be more inclined to utter “Holy Sh*t!” than, scream.
I also have an irrational fear of spiders (and those creepy house centipedes). When I see one unexpectedly, like going through a box, I don’t scream, it’s usually a non-verbal noise while I snatch my hand back.
I will scream on a roller coaster or a log ride, though…
*oh yeah, and occasionally during sex…it would be a little weird if a man screamed during sex