One time my grandma, mom, and I went to Keenland horse Racetrack in Lexington and about 20 minutes in my grandma shows me a caterpillar on her purse. So naturally I pick it up like the 6 year old I am. And I few minutes later it bites my finger, thats what it looked like to 6 year old me,  and I started running and screaming. So the people behind us didn't know what was going on so the quickly got up and ran. And we were out in the grass in front of this concrete pathway on lawnchiars, so they knocked their chairs over trying to get away. My mom kept saying I musrve got stung by a bee but it was the caterpillar. So in the chaos I flung the caterpillar off my finger and ended up smashing it with my foot because I was running and screaming. So the head of security at the track, Bert, runs out and asks if I got stung by a bee and he had to go back in the get me a colorung book to calm me down. The people behind us eventually came back and my mom tried to tell me that it was just "checking out my skin" when it 'bit' me. I felt bad because I had to sit there the whole time and look at the squished caterpillar body on the concrete pathway. They never took me to Keenland again😂