In 1979, I was 6 years old and lived in Columbus, Georgia. The house we lived in was infested with huge flying roaches.
One day I was watching TV and eating corn chips out of a bag. I was not paying attention to the chips, so I didn’t notice when a roach crawled into the bag.
I reached in and grabbed another chip, but I ended up with a roach in my hand. I screamed loudly and wanted to vomit.
I was traumatized by this event, and I still refuse to eat corn chips.