Mary: “Ewwww! I just found the most disturbing thing on the carpet. It looks like a dead bug.”
Me: “You know what I do when I find a dead bug on the carpet?”
Me: “I vacuum it up.”
Mary: “Good idea. I’ll do that. But first let’s get a really good look at it.”
Actually, I lied. Sometimes I photograph them first. :-T What drives us to allow other people to experience the gross-out with us?