wow, yeah. wow. You must be so sweet!
I've never been bitten. I think I've only been stung by a scorpion once. No biggie. But needless to say, I don't haunt any woodpiles around here, or anything.
My other big bug story came when I was a 17-year old freshman in college. It was in Mexico, and a friend and I rented some little shanty at the bank of someone's house. We were so desperate to get out of the dorms--why is that, I wonder now? Anyway, this place had such minimal plumbing, the kitchen sink drained out a hole in the back. Two rooms, very, very basic in a dirt street colonia.
One afternoon I was sitting on my bed when I looked down, and there was this . . . .CREATURE scuttling toward me. Bright orange, big as a softball, too many legs!
and it was between me and the door.
After spending some time shrieking, I finally got the nerve to LEAP over it, grab the broom and pummel the shit out of it.
Still don't know what it was, other than the biggest freakin' spider I ever saw. It looked like a crab, but after I got through making sure it was dead, dead, dead, there wasn't enough left to identify the species.
I remain pretty traumatized by this event.
