When I was a kid in primary school, we used to go to a certain tree where these prickly caterpillar things lived. I don't know what they're actually called, but we called them spitfires. We used to bottle them in a jar and shake it. It was mean =[

Anyway, as I was putting my uniform in the washing one time I noticed that one of them had stuck himself to the back of my shirt. It was a big shock. I remember thinking "I don't know what to do with this, I don't have a jar." So I put it in the washing anyway.

In an unrelated story, my most horrifying experience to do with bugs and creepy crawlies has nothing to do with packing/cleaning. It's to do with a hot summer day, a juice box left unattended, an ambitious horde of ants and me returning to finish my juice only to be like "wtf is this furry feeling in my mouth?"