Ticks. TICKS. I hate the little bastards. I can deal with mosquitoes. They're annoying, but they're slow as hell and easy to squish. Wasps die horribly to any aerosol (especially Aqua Net). Freaking ticks though . . . Silent buggers creeping up your pant leg without you even knowing that they're there. Unless you see it before it's found a cozy spot, it just plunges its fat face into your skin and starts gorging on your lifeblood. Then you've got to PLUCK them off. And if you don't find it anytime soon, you'll be in for a surprise when a bloated grape drops off your person, tiny black legs flicking around. UGH!!! I HATES THOSE VARMINTS! TICKS CAN BURN IN HELL!
Giant centipedes - the aggressive, venomous kind - freak me out. Those three-inch-long Japanese hornets freak me out. Sydney funnel web spiders freak me out. But at least they're all integral parts of their respective ecosystems. You know what contribution ticks make? They suck blood, then go make more ticks.
God I hate them.