My mom has some AS-like aversion to crustaceans, of any sort. One of my first trips to the beach, I carried a bucket around picking up alll these beautiful shells. On our trip home, Mom was driving when the bucket, near her feet, moved. It seems that her litttle boy had colllected a half a bucket of those little hermit crabs that live, temporarily, in other dead animal's shells. I moved the bucket and exposed the fact that the whole floor board of the car was crawling with little crabs. She was very grosssed out. She shrieked! Almost wrecked the car! Got the car stopped , got out and wouldn't get back in, until my dad and I had caught a crab for each shelll, I had. I had never seen anyone freak out like that, before.
I was kind of grossed out to know that my mom was so freaked out by something, so smalll and harmless.