Since coming to Australia I've been very aware that the creatures in the garden are deadly, I mean we have adders in the UK but I've never seen one and there is no danger of one hanging out in your back garden. So before I handle anything I like to find out what is it (especially after a lizard climbed up my leg, I mistook it for a spider and slapped it - thus crushing and killing the poor thing, I adore lizard and felt super guilty) So I showed it to E who screamed... "Leech"!!!
My only reply was shaking my leg and maybe "get it off" or was it "ahh ahhh ahhh" its hard to tell in such crisis situations. I like to think that if I'd been warned as to the presence of such creatures I would have worn a bio hazard suit. Luckily hiking boots are leech proof. It felt like that scene in Stand by me.
I can handle spiders, I like reptiles but I HATE anything that wants my blood!
Of course as soon as our unwelcome guests had been spotted and all shoes and clothes had been checked for the invaders, E decided to take pictures of the damn things. I thought it must be a scientist/bloke thing, then I turned around and found another guy in the group fanatically scraping his shoes and jumping at the sight of twigs terrified the creatures were out to get him. I have to admit I felt smugly happy that I'd been so calm in comparison.