Animals I Hate

Normally I’m super brave, like a cowboy or a gangster. Normally if a bug comes near me I don’t even BOTHER to do a threat scan on it, because it’s a damn bug. Threat Level: Zero. Even if it’s the biggest baddest bug, all I have to do is put a glass upside down on top of it and the world is saved forever. But there’s just something about earwigs that makes me forget how to be a rational human being. I think if there was an earwig on my hand my first instinct would be to cut off the hand and then cry forever.