One time last summer I was sitting in my room on my laptop... when I notice what looked like a feather or something on the floor. I thought it was from a pillow or blanket, because we have some pillows and blankets with down in them. Anyways, I look a little harder and I realize it's a freaking house centipede. Those things are so disgusting, and I really hate bugs. Then it charges in my general direction, and I dropped one of my sketchbooks on it. I didn't pick up the sketchbook for a few days afterward because I didn't want to see the squashed remains. When I did lift it up, all that was left was a stripped body and an explosion of legs. >___<
This one happened when I was in 7th or 8th grade. It was about 4 or 5 in the morning, and my cat was in my bedroom going crazy. He was running all over my room and pouncing, and it was really annoying because I was trying to sleep. I thought he was playing with one of my hair scrunchies, so I get up to take it away from him. I couldn't see anything, really... so I bend down to pick it up..... turns out I picked up a dead RAT by the tail! >____< I didn't scream or anything. Instead, I just dropped it, calmly walked to my parent's room, and told them the cat brought a rat into my room. They fortunately took care of it.
One time in 6th grade, when I had to change for PE, someone conveniently threw up right in front of my locker. Right there. Just a large pink puddle of vomit and an empty bottle of Pepto-Bismal thrown off to the side.
During this winter break, my sister and I were house-sitting for one of my mom's co-workers. One night, my sister got really sick, and threw up on the floor of one of the bedrooms. She then spent about 4 hours in the bathroom over the toilet. I go upstairs into that room (I didn't know she had thrown up in there yet), turn on the ceiling light, and see a huge pile of vomit on the floor. I turn around, go downstairs to the bathroom door to ask if my sister needs anything (like medicine or water or something), she says no.... so then I go back upstairs. I see one of the dogs eating my sister's throw up. >____>
One time on a road trip with my family (I was about 10 or 11), we stopped at a gas station to take a quick bathroom break. I'm waiting to get into the bathroom when I notice a pile of feces right OUTSIDE the bathroom door. I guess someone before me couldn't wait. Needless to say, I didn't have to use the bathroom anymore...