is for bloodsuckers.
I love lakes. I love swimming and skipping rocks and listening to frogs.
I do not love bloodsuckers.
There's just something about bloodsuckers that brings out a primal reaction in people. They're gross. Just as humans evolved to fear snakes, I believe that we also evolved to be grossed out by leeches.
There were bloodsuckers at the lake at the cottage when I was a kid. Since then, they've all been eaten by something or other, but I remember being horrified (and secretly delighted) by a big, black, glistening leech attached to an aunt or an uncle or a cousin.
There was only one way to disengage a bloodsucker: cover it in salt. When it was completely covered in salt, the bloodsucker would detach itself from skin, curl up and die.
I used to find the whole process strangely fascinating to watch as a child.
One of my Dad's favourite stories when we were kids was about the fat leech that latched on to his big toe. When he peeled it off, he found that his toe was covered in leech eggs!
This was - and remains - at once one of the most disgusting and one of the coolest things I'd ever heard.
artist's note: actual leech eggs probably look nothing like this. And actual toes usually have toenails. Let's just call it "artistic license". Also note that I might have to revise this entire post after I call home this evening and confirm that I got the story right.
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