I have a crippling fear of caterpillars. Yes, the fuzzy, little harmless insects that live in trees and eat leaves. Those caterpillars.
It stems from an incident at my childhood cabin when I was 8 years old. I was pulling on my bathing suit (it was really snazzy, with a traffic sign pattern) when I noticed things didn't feel right. So I pulled my suit back down, and there were caterpillars in the butt of my suit (I get heebies just writing about this).
This incident has traumatized me for the past 21 years (I should mention that my fear was compounded by my dickhead brother chasing me around the backyard with every caterpillar he could find).
Fast forward to the other day.
The Dude is playing in the sandbox when he starts swatting at his hair.
The Dude: "Mom, I think I have a bug in my hair"
Me: "Let's take a...oh...dear God...um...Bud, hang tight (at this point I was trying not to pass out)...(I BRAVELY get a stick and get the little THING out of my son's hair and on to the edge of the sandbox).
The Dude: "Isn't he cute Mom?
Me: (No response, I was a good 20 feet away, trying to stay upright).
Here are the pictures.
Yes, THAT is the caterpillar. He was small (I admit) but he could have GOT me.