Another thing that makes me gag is poo on my hand. Fortunately it doesn't happen with much regularity these days but in the wiping-baby-bum days it was almost a daily occurance. You'd think after three of the little
Then there's dust. Not your regular "Good god, I must get the duster out" stuff that lines shelves, window sills and pretty much every flat surface in our house. No; that I can handle, perhaps because it's light and fluffy. The dust that grosses me out is in the vacuum-cleaner variety. For some reason it always seems heavier and more, how shall I put it?, granular. That's probably because, I read recently, about 90% of it is dead human skin cells. Aaarrrggghhh! On my hands when I have to empty the bag. And don't even mention those bagless ones, 'cause you still have to get the dead human skin cells out somehow.
Does this make me sound like I have a problem? It's only three things, after all. I'm not mad am I?
Please tell me that things gross you out too.