If you knew me growing up, you'd probably say I was a huge wuss. And honestly, you'd be right. Scary movies, haunted houses, spooky games? No thanks. And don't get me started on bugs. If anything with too many legs got near me, let alone touched me, I'd completely flip out. Even in my early twenties, I remember calling my roommate to get a spider cricket out of the bathroom because I was way too scared to do it myself.