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I used to believe my first grade teacher's husband died because bugs ate him up. It was September and my newly wed teacher said the misquetoes were really bad the night before. Her exact words were, "It was really bad for my husband. They ate him alive."
When I was young, I was once getting ready for a shower and there was a huge beetle in the tub. I screamed for my mom to kill it. She smashed it and washed it down the drain. I wouldn't get it unless she scrubbed the entire tub. From that day on, even after countless washes, I still believed that spot where the bug had been smashed, was contaminated. I would not step on that spot because I though I would get contaminated.
I used to think fireflies were actually stars falling down from the sky. Used to amazed at the sight of trees brightly lit by the wonderful "stars" not knowing they were actually some kind of insects communicating with each other.
I used to believe that butterflies were flies that ate butter instead of crap.
When I was a teenager, my mom told me I couldn't sunbathe because a snake might bite me on the head and then where would you tie the tourniquet?
My brother went into school one day really upset and told his teacher "Wobert's died". The teacher asked to speak to mum and shared her sympathies over the death of "robert", to which my mum displaying confusion ask my bro who "robert" was. It turned out that everytime (over a couple of years!) he found a woodlouse in the house he thought it was "Wobert" and would play with it, until one day he found a dead one.
I LOVE insects, spiders, slugs, worms, and invertebrates in general, always have. I think they're absolutely amazing creatures, I study them and I keep all kinds of them as pets (I have a baby madagascar hissing cockroach and I REALLY want a giant banana slug someday!) and have absolutely no fear of any "bug"...except for ticks. I, a future entomologist, can't handle one little bitty tick. Even dead ones make me shudder. Why? When I was very little I thought that they actually burrowed completely under your skin and would never, ever, EVER come out. Even though I know this is untrue, I still have such a severe phobia of them that I avoid going outside in the summer sometimes, I stay far away from dogs and cats that have been outdoors and I panic if I brush up against one little bush or tree!
And yet, I still think ticks are cute and interesting animals.
Miller moth's would swarm around our porchlight on summer evenings. During the day they disappeared and I naturally assumed that they were all flying towards the sun, returning when the sun set and they flew back to the lights on the ground.
Mu friends and I used to believe that if an ant crawled in your ear it would get under your skin and travel around your body and drive you crazy. We were absolutely sure this was true and tried to protect our ears if we slept outside during the summer.
My sister always told me that most creepy crawlies, but especially flies all might be pregnant so if a fly was in my room at night it would lay eggs in my ears and in my hair when I was asleep. I am now nearly 29 and still cannot sleep in a room that has a fly in it. Or a spider come to think of it.
My cousin and I were constantly on the lookout for crawdads whenever we went to the creek every summer. After all, we were told that if one got you with it's pinchers, it would stay there until it thundered. Needless to say, we practiced sounding like thunder too (BOOOM!!!), just in case it ever really happened.
I used to belive that if you killed a LAdyBug that you would soon die just because my brother's friend said so. Just so you know don't trust everything you hear.
My sister used to believe that butterflies were actually children that had been "transformed" by an evil being (???) and now they were evil and out to get her.
She's 37 now and still screams (no lie) when she sees a butterfly. I proved this recently at wal-mart in the cloth section when I pointed out a lovely piece that had butterflies on it. I said "Oh look at the butterflies!" She screamed in the middle of Walmart. I love butterflies and have several tattoos of them. I'm surprised she isn't terrified of ME. :)
When my son was about 7 he killed a frog, and I told him that he shouldn't have done that cause the mother frog would be mad and come looking for him. Well the next morning when we got up it had been raining and there were about 50 frogs on our walk way and he just knew they were ther to get him for killing the frog.
When I was a kid in New Orleans, at night I would see roaches scatter from the front porch. I would also smell a beautiful smell that wasn't there in the daytime when the roaches weren't around. My science teacher gave a talk about pheronomes and I was convinced that was why the roaches smelled so good. It wasn't until years later that I learned my grandmother had night blooming jasmine growing around the porch and was a little sorry to realize that roaches didn't really have much redeeming social value.
Growing up in San Francisco, at the age of 5 or six I was convinced that when it rained it rained worms. After all, after a rain there were worms all over the sidewalks. Perfectly reasonable.
My preschool grandaughter came running in from the backyard, all excited. Grandma, a SNAKE, a SNAKE! I went out to see a worm (the size of the snake in her picture book).
I would come home every day in the spring after school and catch japanese beetles and go around the yard, feeding them to the spiders! After awhile, they got used to me and would come prancing out in the middle of the webs as soon as I walked up to them, so I felt sure they recognized me and knew they were about to receive a meal! I felt I had established a meaningful relationship with the spiders in my yard!
I used to believe that spiders were mutated rats that were shrunk!
one day at school, we found a huge spider and stabbed it with a stick, making a green and white fluid come out. as such, i believed for quite a while that all spiders were filled with toothpaste
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