Bugs
It's interesting to me how our view of insects (I know, this is an arachnid but still) seems to have changed in recent years. I'm talking about on television of course. I've missed most of the reality shows, having seen only little bits and pieces here and there. I did get into Colonial House, but none of those people had to do anything particularly athletic or more disgusting than enduring each other's B.O. for the duration. My knowledge comes mostly from trying to avoid the segments while I channel-surf. I have a hair-trigger gag reflex, and always have. If I were a contestant on Fear Factor I'm sure I would be soundly beaten by my teammates after the taping for helping them lose each and every competition. Late at night you can see Ripley's, which apparently always must include a segment with someone putting roaches in their mouth or worms in their nose or the like (click - bye bye!).

I can't touch live cockroaches, sorry. I could probably handle a tarantula crawling on my hand, but you'll never see me in the Amazon trying to pick one up with my fingers (at least I hope to God you never will). That was one of the things that made me want to leave Alabama, there were dead "roach-bugs" everywhere. Nobody seemed to mind. I had the misfortune of seeing a segment on Conan O'Brien with some guy that thought eating insects was a really good idea. So I would be sitting in the little lunchroom trying to get through my sandwich and not think about the roach-bugs or some guy eating such things, and then a co-worker would light up a cigarette which I got to breathe as well. I ate outside as often as I could. Anyway, Bon Appetit!