I don’t dislike any animals. Large or small, furry or creepy. Man-eating lions, tigers and bears; cold blooded snakes, fishes and snails; we’re all passengers on the same earth and I respect them all and am fascinated by most of them.
Leeches scare me. The slimy bloodsucking creatures have freaked me out since I was a child. My spine tingles and I get the willies just thinking about them. Actually, I don’t like most of the bloodsuckers. Mosquitos seem to offer little benefit to the eco-system that gnats wouldn’t fill just as well, that being annoying campers and offering food for bats. Ticks used to bother me even more until a few attached themselves to me in Costa Rica. I will never say where exactly I found the leeches. Hint: they like dark warm places.
I’ve not yet —gasp— encountered leeches —b-r-r-r-r— but I dread the day I do. The author of Indian Summer has just had her first encounter with them (well actually, I don’t know if it’s her first encounter, but I just hope so ’cause it freaks me out.) Even though her post details the fascinating countryside and complex bureaucracy that she’s encountering first-hand in Sikkim and India, you can see that all I really got out of it was a squirming thought of leeches.
But I still like all the other animals.