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Last night at the crayfish party, one of my friends who had been peeling and eating shrimp, put the peeled heads on her fingers and waved them around, and poked her 1-year-old kid in the nose with them, which he thought was hilarious. I, however, can’t find a word powerful enough to describe how gross I thought it was. ICK It’s the cricket’s fault. That I have this bug-leg phobia. Them, and the cockroaches. Years ago, when I was home during summer vacation from college, I was in the room that was supposed to be mine and my sister’s, but...