Yep, my grandmother reared me and she and I watched Night Gallery, Twilight Zone, all that stuff every week. Horror shows back then were much less gory and much more scary than they are now, and I still very vividly remember some of the episodes. Do you happen to remember the one about serving man?
I can't call you a wuss. My first real-life experience with an earwig was when I was 32 and moved to where I am now. We didn't have them in KY. My hubby and I were on the back deck and something crawled on my arm, then I looked down and flicked it off and said, "Ugly bug. Do you know what that is?" There were several others crawling around on the deck. The hubby said, "Yeah, it's an earwig." I started screaming, and I mean bloodcurdling screams. They probably heard me in the next neighborhood. It didn't help when he said, "It's nothing to worry about. They're all over in this area." More screaming. I ran in the house and put earplugs and huddled in the bed. I told him I wasn't coming back out until all the earwigs were gone.
That is hilarious, Gina. Funny. The screaming.