So, when I was like—four, my parents, brother, and myself were moving houses, while we were "house hunting"; we came upon an open house with a stream. This stream had a bridge, so, while on a tour of the property, we crossed the bridge. We walk into the middle, I look down, scream my freaking head off because a little walking stick bug is staring up at me from my knee.

We didn't end up buying that house. (Unfortunately...)

I thought a monster had been attacking me when I saw it.