Io Moth Caterpillar

You may wonder what "Creeps me out:"

Not much. As a matter if fact, I can't think of anything right now, that makes me have the "willies."

Growing up, my sisters and I used to play a game at the dinner table. We would talk about things that might creep each other out. Boy, that game was nearly endless. Bet Mom was sure thankful she didn't have any sons to play that game.

I remember when I was in seventh grade, and some boys were always trying to "creep out" the girls. I had no trouble creeping the boys out.

One boy who had a crush on me, tried it on me, and I responded, telling him about a sandwich I would bring back to school the next day for him to eat... I said that I would gather those soft fuzzy green caterpillars, put them between two slices of bread, and squash them until their green innards came running out the sides. He turned green too.

One time while my late husband was recovering from back surgery, I worked for a while for another contractor as his cost analyst. I had a young high school senior as my assistant, and materials estimator who shared my office. He was nice, but still a typical eighteen year old, who thought he might unsettle me every now and then. One day, he said something to the effect that he could not understand why everything he tried never worked. Nothing rustled my feathers. Nothing he could talk about gagged me, or made me ask him to change the subject.

So, since he was at a loss for words, and out of ideas how to give me the "willies," I stopped off at the store every now and then to buy gummi worms, and gummi whatever they had that looked sickening to many people. I had a candy dish on my desk, filled with gummi worms, and would occasionally nibble on a few worms. Of course, I let them dangle from my mouth, and made sure they were wet enough to look slimy, too.

I was a bit surprised how he was affected. He just really couldn't stand those worms dangling from my mouth. Something so simple, and not really looking like a live worm at all. I nearly made him sick.

Of course describing anything like helping a dog or a goat give birth also gets to most males. So, that one was always good ammo for guys who thought all females were sissies.

Another thing funny that even my teacher laughed about was when a couple of boys brought a toad to school. These two boys happened to be fraternal twins, though most other students didn't even realize they were related to each other. They looked absolutely nothing alike.

Anyway, the blond twin happened to sit directly behind me in class. He had been having great fun poking this big toad in girls faces. I decided to do something about it. I asked him to let me hold the toad for a while. I put it into my desk, and waited for about ten to fifteen minutes, just long enough for him to get involved in his school work. Then, I quietly lifted my desk top, took out the toad, turned around, also very quietly, and poked that toad right into his face (without actually touching him of course). He screamed just like the other girls had done. Funny, he never did a prank like that again, and Mr. Oswald, our teacher got a good laugh out of it, too. I think he had sort of let things pass before, as he figured "boys will be boys," and maybe even thought about when he was a kid himself, bugging sissy little girls. Ahh, seventh grade had some interesting times.

Mr. Oswald never said a word to me about what I did. I suppose it helped that I was a straight A student, and not given to acting up, or even whispering in class. He knew exactly why I did what I did. Ahh, the good ol' days.

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