Things that make you go, "Ewwwww!"

Now imagine that title being sung by C+C Music Factory.

I am easily grossed out.  Things that don't bother other people give me the Hebe-geebies.  Somethings make me physically ill, others just really make my skin crawl....and being the kind and thoughtful person I am, I think I need to share them with you. Ready?  Go!

• Spit- seriously I cannot abide saliva.  It makes me want to hurl.  Anything to do with it freaks me out.  Ordinary Sarah posted about being gifted spit shined jump boots and I thought, "I would never wear shoes again."  
• Mucus- OK, so no one really likes this stuff, but I have an aversion to it that rivals a phobia.  A child at school informed me that she had a cold then proceeded to lift her head so I could see up her nose and proclaimed, "See?  Lots of snot!"  2 things.  #1- She was old enough to know this is not a polite way to tell someone you don't feel well.  #2- She was old enough to keep her nose clean & obviously had not.  I almost threw up on the cafeteria floor.
• Roaches- Again, unless you're an entomologist, who really likes roaches?  But the sight of a roach scurrying across the ceiling is enough to make me come unhinged.  Don't believe me?  Ask Swiss Miss- my first college roommate.  I ran screaming from our dorm and hid in the hallway while she killed the only roach I ever saw in our room.  In the country we have wood roaches.  They thrive on rotten wood & being that we live surrounded by a wooded area, they are abundant.  I can deal with them living in the rotten stumps outside, but they occasionally wander into my bathroom (not the kitchen or pantry- just the bathroom) and wait to be smashed.  By the time I've killed one, I've convinced myself that I must shower immediately or face a similar fate to Gregor Samsa.
• (Now this is where it gets strange) Cotton balls- yes, I detest those little white, fluffy things you use to remove eye make-up, craft sheep in Sunday School, and pour peroxide on to clean a cut.  Touching a cotton ball is tantamount to getting a filling with no Novocaine in my book.  It physically makes my teeth ache.  If I wet them quickly, I can deal with them just long enough to get nail polish off my badly chipped manicure, but I absolutely cannot pull them out of a pill bottle to get to the medicine beneath.  That is a job strictly reserved for Husband or a FarmHand who happens to wander by.  And don't even get me started on the cotton they pack your mouth with after dental work.  I'm gagging just thinking about it.
• Walking on snow- My reaction is nearly the same as the one I have when touching a dry cotton ball.  My skin crawls.  I shudder.  A shiver runs up my spine.  I can abide neither the sound nor the feeling of a deep snow fall under foot.  Sledding I'm fine with.  The thought of snowshoeing makes me break out in hives.  It's kind of a fingernails on the chalk board thing for me.

My mother has issues with displaced hair.  If it is not firmly attached to your head, it should not be present anywhere.  Just the picture of my ponytail before I donated it was enough to make her sick at her stomach.  She cannot stand to see someone brush their hair out in a kitchen (something we're oddly prone to as that's the last place in the house we tend to be before ushering everyone out the back door).  She cannot stand to watch someone clean out a hair brush.  In fact, when she donated her her hair, she took the envelope pre-stamped to the stylist and made her package and mail the hair because QM didn't even want to handle the envelope once it contained "free" hair.

Another friend had issues with pencil erasers.  The sound they made.  The feeling of them dragging across the paper.  The left behind bits all over a desk top.  It set her on edge.

So now I must ask, what makes you squirm?  Reptiles?  Birds (it's more common than you'd imagine)?  Babies who stare?  Clowns?  Regis Philbin's voice? Spill!