The kinda gross thread

[BleeckerSt_Girl]

I still get upset when I think about that. No idea why that bothered me, so much more. Why was displaced beauty more gross than the stark reality?

Because the carefully painted toenails reminded you that the abstract 'piece of meat in a freezer' had only recently been a feeling and cared for part of someone. But you probably know that already.

I had to get used to a lot of 'gross' manifestations of death and decay during my mother's dying process two and a half years ago. I now push those images out of my mind and try to remember her as the beautiful woman she was.

On a different note...I recently started up a worm composting bin in a corner of my kitchen, and I had been a tiny bit apprehensive about handling a pile of squirming worms in my hands. I have enthusiastically raised snakes, tarantulas, and various creepy-crawlies in my day, but a solid mass of worms were something new to me.
Not that I 'had' to hold them in my hands, but I felt if I were going to raise worms then I should not be afraid to get my hands right into them. I was pleasantly surprised when the 1000 worms arrived and I dumped them on the table- I quickly got over any squeamishness and in fact they felt kind of pleasant, all wriggly slowly as a mass in my hands. Not slimy or gross, more smooth and cool feeling.

[Biciclista]

Because the carefully painted toenails reminded you that the abstract 'piece of meat in a freezer' had only recently been a feeling and cared for part of someone. But you probably know that already.

I had to get used to a lot of 'gross' manifestations of death and decay during my mother's dying process two and a half years ago. I now push those images out of my mind and try to remember her as the beautiful woman she was.

On a different note...I recently started up a worm composting bin in a corner of my kitchen, and I had been a tiny bit apprehensive about handling a pile of squirming worms in my hands. I have enthusiastically raised snakes, tarantulas, and various creepy-crawlies in my day, but a solid mass of worms were something new to me.
Not that I 'had' to hold them in my hands, but I felt if I were going to raise worms then I should not be afraid to get my hands right into them. I was pleasantly surprised when the 1000 worms arrived and I dumped them on the table- I quickly got over any squeamishness and in fact they felt kind of pleasant, all wriggly slowly as a mass in my hands. Not slimy or gross, more smooth and cool feeling.

eewww~~!!!

[Biciclista]

My son has a pet snake. My stepfather has studiously avoided the creature. On sunday, at our Easter brunch, daughter in law gets the snake out as usual.
People were touching him handling him, talking about him; and very quietly, stepfather sticks out a finger, touches him, the puts his hand out and feels it.
That was kind of cool. Never said a word.

[Tuckervill]

My son is totally grossed out by worms, to the point that even if they are mentioned he cannot eat for the rest of the meal, and many times not for the rest of the day. I was just like that when I was young. My older kids were pretty old before I could allow the book, "How to Eat Fried Worms" into the house. Needless to say, we did not see the movie. I was finally able to read the book about 5 years ago, but youngest would not allow me to read it out loud.

Karen

[Selkie]

In early March, I attended a week-long conference on Capitol Hill. Attendees were Federal employees from across the Govt. I discovered, too late, that the person I sat next to had a penchant for picking his nose. He did it the entire day - including during meal times. I don't even think he realized he was doing it. I'm not talking about subtle nose picking - he was DIGGING in there. ugggh. It goes without saying that I tried not to sit near him again.

[Owlie]

In my physiology lab last year (I'm a bio major), we had to dissect an earthworm, a frog, and a roach. The frog and the worm didn't bother me. The bug did. (At least we got the dead one! Another group had to cut up a live one. Eew. Also, cruel.)

[Lesley_x]

The worst/grossest thing that I've ever experienced was in anatomy class, we had to use circular saws to cut the top of the skull off and quite a few of the bodies had had brain haemorrages. Blood was spilling out of the exposed brains. It was something out a horror movie.

I never went back to that class, actually.

Most of my grossest moments have come from anatomy class, actually. I missed the one where they cut the heads in half using a massive electric saw (thankfully!)

[RolliePollie]

I will be forever traumatized by the cats we dissected when I was a senior in High School.

I think we got the bargain basement cats, because they still had fur and the veins didn't have red and blue latex like they were supposed to. We kept them for a whole semester in a janitor's closet in big clear plastic bags. When you'd open the door, you were faced with a pile of reeking formaldehyde soaked wet-furred dead cats. I will never forget that sight. Nor will I forget that smell.