I have never liked bugs. They scare me. I can handle anything smaller than a dime, maybe a nickel. But any bigger than that I call my husband to rescue me. If he is unavailable I will turn a cup upside down on the bug and wait until he gets home.
My girlfriend and I were on vacation in Oregon in the summer. We were with all three toddlers. Since it was summer time and we were literally in the middle of nowhere visiting with her father I left the windows cracked overnight. Being a city-girl I didn't think of the repurcussions.
The next day we drove about 15 miles down a 2-lane road to a local winery. They have a duck pond and goldfish. We thought it would be great fun for the kids and a nice break from being inside all day. We drove down the narrow dusty road and passed just two cars. We would see the occasional house and lots of fencing, but it was very different from our suburbian home.
We were 3/4 of the way to the winery when I discovered a HUGE grasshopper on my rear-view mirror. Now, I have read all the literature on not teaching children your phobias. But all of that went out the window as he climbed across the roof to my sun visor. I freaked out. I was no longer watching the road, just making sure that the grasshopper didn't fall on me. My dear girlfriend was brave - when she wasn't yelling at me to stop weaving. I told her to take care of it. And of course the kids are screaming and wondering why we are yelling at eachother.
I tried rolling down the window and the weaving was obviously not doing anything. My friend found a newspaper and held it between me and the grasshopper. That way if the grasshopper fell he would land on the newspaper. So I scooted down in my seat, looking like an old lady behind the wheel, keeping one eye on the road and the other on the newspaper.
I came screeching into the dirt parking lot, dust everywhere. I quickly threw the car in park and jumped out screaming. I hate bugs so much. And this one was big, at least 5 inches long. My dear friend found a cup, caught the grasshopper and released into the freedom of the duck pond. The kids were a little worried with all the screaming and hollering I was doing. But it was quickly forgotten when they saw the ducks.