I am sitting outside undercover enjoying the rain and messing about on mn. Suddenly, it rains really hard... I'm still messing about on mn. Then I feel a wetness on my hairline and wipe it away. Two minutes later, when it's not raining anymore, it feels really cold and wet...
I wipe it away and it's a fecking slug. I love nature but that slug was pushing it! I feel violated!
Reminds me of the time I put a jumper on to find a big hairy spider looking at me, perched comfortably on my chest...
Yesterday I found a really large bug under my pillow. My house is covered in spiders and my cat keeps bringing mice in who like to hide under the fidge.
What are your worst stories about nature?