Toad
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Let me just start by saying that I’m positively mortified by all crawling things that are covered in scales or have a slimy body. Or really, just all crawling things.
This is why I seriously hate nature sometimes. I hate going outside and having to deal with bugs creeping up my chair or bath sheet. It’s disgusting.
You can imagine my screaming when I was just taking out the trash this morning and this absolutely huge brownish black toad nearly jumped. on. me.
OH MY GOD. I screamed bloody murder.
My mom came out and laughed at me.
After giving her an evil glare, I started thinking… Why am I so horrified? Why do I scream? Indeed, it is rather silly. The toad is probably ten times as scared of me. Or it should be. Hello, I’m like a giant to it. I can easily squash it with my foot. I obviously won’t, because “Eww! Gross!”, but that’s not the point.
No actually, that is the point. I don’t like these crawling creatures, because I don’t want them anywhere near me. I don’t want them on me.
I’ve come to the conclusion that even though they’re harmless, they’re still gross. So I have every right to dislike them. I’ll try not to scream as much next time though…