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I used to believe (no laughing please), that ants got suntan if you reflected the light on it from a magnifying glass.
I used to believe that if I killed an ant or other bug, that all his friends and relatives would come back after me. I had the same fear of vengeful vegetables when I had to scrape the plates off into the garbage disposal after dinner.
I was told a bee couldn't sting you if you held your breath. After being stung three times I figured out that it wasn't true.
I used to believe that worms grew up to be snakes. Even when I was corrected, I didn't believe the adults. :-)
I convinced my sister, who was about five at the time (and I was about 11) that 'the ants' kept steeling her stuff. Well, it wasn't the ants, it was me! Everytime she would 'lose' something, she would run out and say, 'I've lost ..." then I would pull her asside and say, 'it was the ants again, i saw them ..." and she would run outside and yell at them! Man, I used to crack up when I would be sitting in my room, playing with my sisters toys, and I could hear her outside ...
"Ants! Give me back my toys!"
I used to think that cockroaches would visit your house if you didn't brush your teeth.
When i was younger i used to believe that flea markets sold fleas and only fleas. I thought it was like a petland for fleas.
I used to believe that the sound of crickets at night was actually coming from the twinkle of the stars.
I was probably around 4 when I had convinced myself that a bug would crawl into my mouth while I was asleep. I would do my best to fall asleep with my hand covering my mouth. My mom told me later she couldn't figure out why she would find me asleep with my hand over my mouth.
When I was about 5 years old, I thought that grasshoppers liked to live in water. Needless to say, all of my captured grasshoppers ended up dead until I learned otherwise.
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.
When I was around five, I believed that ear wax came from earwigs. Then I saw a horror movie where an earwig crawled into a man's brain, causing him to go crazy. I believed it! Anytime I found an earwig in the backyard, I ran like mad! Earwigs still give me the creeps.
I used to believe that cobwebs were formed by (very creative?) dust particles and were very different from spider webs. My mom told me this because otherwise I would not go into the basement, due to my intense fear of spiders. Unbelievably I was convinced of this until I was in my early 20's. I suppose denial of the truth is a powerful thing!
When they told me that flies live up men's noses in winter, I believed them ... cos you could see their little legs hanging down!
A friend of mine told me about a kid in his class who had a pet slug. Apparently, one day the class happened to be discussing how salt kills slugs when you put it on them. This kid said, "Wait, salt KILLS slugs?!?" The poor kid's uncle had put salt on the pet slug and then told the kid that the slug was now "hibernating". The kid believed him... until he heard this. Which (this is disgusting) was a year after his uncle had put salt on the slug!!!
I used to believe that stepping on an ant made it rain thanks to my grandfather. After he told me this I promptly ran outside and stepped on the biggest ones I could find expecting to create a gigantic storm.
When I was little, I slept on my side, and when I blinked, my eyelashes would brush the pillow, and I thought that I was hearing worms taking bites out of the inside of my head. I was terrified of it for the longest time......
when i was little i thought that if u stepped on an ant, all the other ant friends would attack you in your sleep
If I loved something it would come back to life. I was holding a junebug, and it wasn't moving. My mom told me it was dead, but it was only cold. I had warmed it up, and revived it. It flew away, and I thought it was because I had loved it.
One day in the front yard when I pointed to the shell of a garden snail and asked my mom what it was, she said it was the snail's house. I imagined that when the snail retreated into his house he had all sorts of tiny furniture inside. I pictured the snail lounging on a couch, watching TV, and there was a little kitchen, and also a bedroom. The logistics of this made complete sense to me, because I believed that when the snail went inside his house he got smaller in the same way as when I saw the character Jeannie shrink down in size when she went into her bottle on the "I Dream of Jeannie" TV show. During the scenes where Jeannie was shown sitting on her pillows inside her bottle, you could see the groovy-looking interior walls of the bottle, and I imagined that same appearance for the interior walls of the snail's house.