The Grossest Thing Ever In My Whole Live...Ever
Buster has a bad habit of picking up tiny little things from the floor and then proudly bringing them to Dan or I. Kind of like a cat that drops a dead mouse at its owner's feet as a present. It's not usually a big deal. Usually just lint or a piece of grass. But the other day, Dan told me Buster brought him something new. Somehow Buster had come across one of Casey the Dog's nails. Now, I'm not sure how Casey lost a nail, but if you've had a dog, you know how sensitive they can be about their nails because they have veins and nerves running through them.
(As a side note, we adopted Casey from the shelter when he was already a couple years old, and he already had issues with us trimming his nails. The vet told us to just let him walk around on pavement, and the issue should take care of itself.)
Anyway, a couple days after that, I had completely forgotten about the incident and was doing the dishes. When I ran the garbage disposal, I heard something funny. Just thinking it was one of the kids' forks, I stuck my hand down to grab it out. Hmmm...not a fork, but let me just feel around here a little bit. What's this? I pull it out and...*hysterical shrieks* How in the hell did a huge bloody shredded dog nail get in my disposal!?!? Only one way.
I immediately called Dan:
"Hello?"
"What did you do with that dog nail that Buster brought to you?"
"I uh.." (muffled laughter)
"Why? Why would you do that to me? I touched it and now I need to cut these fingers off."
"Sorry, I didn't think it would still be there. Wait, did you stick your bare hand down there? You're afraid of a dog nail, but not of rotting food?"
"That's beside the point!" I say as I'm dry heaving and washing my hands over and over again.
My reaction (or overreaction) is more understandable if you know how much I hate feet. I never go barefoot myself, but other people's feet disgust me even more. And even worse than people's feet are animal's feet. Even reliving the experience right now is making me nauseous. This was way worse than the week we all had the flu and way grosser than anything that has to do with childbirth. Oh, gosh. That's enough talking about it. I'm not even sure why I wrote about it except that it may come in handy for my future therapy sessions.
(Just to be sure anyone reading this doesn't think I'm a total coward, I didn't even flinch yesterday when Buster dropped a smashed up spider into my hand.)
HAHAHA. I totally forgot about your foot revulsion. Now I feel bad that I took my shoes of at Trins! lol