Grossopedia: A Startling Collection of Repulsive Trivia You Won’t Want to Know!

Grossopedia: A Startling Collection of Repulsive Trivia You Won’t Want to Know!
Rachel Federman

GRUESOME, DISGUSTING, AND ABSOLUTELY VILE!

Loaded with hundreds of disgusting, repulsive, gruesome, and loathsome facts, this is by far the foulest collection of trivia around.

Try not to gag as your read about bad breath, bile, burps, ear wax, scabs, sneezes, snot, spit, and sweat. Avert your eyes or discover the truth about flesh-eating bacteria, maggots, sour milk, rotten fruit, and toe jam.

With gross-out facts about animals, the human body, the environment, cultures around the world, and the nasties of your very own home, you won’t be able to stop reading – though maybe you’ll wish you had!

GROSS TOPICS:

Animal kingdom, including fire-ant nests and shark’s spiral poop

Human body, including bad breath, farts, pus, and rigor mortis

Around the house, including dead skin cells and pillow mites

History, including Black Plague and guillotine clean-up

Environment, including the amount of pee in public pools, litter in outer space, and sewage in oceans

Disgusting customs, including being buried alive, maggot-infested-cheese, and the Moose Dropping Festival

Medicine, including maggot therapy and uses of crocodile poop

Dedication

For my fifth-grade teacher, Mr. McInerney, who pushed us way beyond our comfort zone in a magical classroom where we were encouraged to experiment, learn from failure, face our fears, and prioritize true growth over outward measures of success—an approach to teaching that was rare then and, thanks to dwindling funds for public education and current testing mandates, is now all but extinct.

CONTENTS

Cover (#ua6c1d212-4501-5a72-9cf9-04b57d4c81b9)

Title Page (#u3da7f76f-e6e4-5358-a3fc-8d4f4064965a)

Dedication (#udb3a3538-a185-574a-b6fc-ff333c100cd3)

Introduction

Bizarre Cuisine (#u8ba3e6e2-ce3e-59b2-a901-723014165a27)

Outlandish Animal Land (#u171850ac-fe51-5ab2-aef9-3630bb0f08de)

Wickedly Weird News (#ub6bbb089-6d72-5fa0-b743-76a918d983ce)

Fetid Festivals (#litres_trial_promo)

The Horrors of Modern Science (#litres_trial_promo)

To Each His Own (Disgusting Habits) (#litres_trial_promo)

Unnatural Wonders (#litres_trial_promo)

The Indecent Tourist (#litres_trial_promo)

Creepy Crawlies (#litres_trial_promo)

Icky History (#litres_trial_promo)

Around the (Roach-Infested) House (#litres_trial_promo)

Eco-Unfriendly (#litres_trial_promo)

Barbaric Bodies (#litres_trial_promo)

Farts & Culture (#litres_trial_promo)

Gross Rebellion (#litres_trial_promo)

Postscript: What is Disgust?

Selected Bibliography

Illustration Credits

Acknowledgments

About the Author

About the Illustrator (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright page (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher

INTRODUCTION (#uc08c1ddc-2044-5e8d-aafb-e9eb857db89d)

I get really easily grossed out. So easily—and dramatically—in fact, that I used to faint because of it. The first time was when our amazing fifth-grade teacher, Mr. McInerney, mentioned that we’d be dissecting a sheep’s eye. Or maybe he just had a sheep’s eye in a jar of formaldehyde. I only heard the first part of the sentence, but I don’t think I myself ever laid eyes on the eye of the ewe.

I also lost consciousness briefly when he told us to collect cells to examine under the microscope by running a little wooden stick against the inside of our cheeks. I woke up to the sound of Mr. McInerney’s voice asking, “Are you with us?” I was, but it was touch and go from there—through junior high and most of high school. In chorus, I once fell off the back riser during a holiday show while the rest of the choir finished singing Billy Joel’s “And so It Goes.” I don’t even remember what it was that initially bothered me. My mom heard the thud of my head hitting the stage but didn’t realize I was missing until the end of the song. Another time, I ended up in the nurse’s office after reading a story in English class about a boy who swam underwater so long that his blood vessels burst.

Some people said what I had was a “real thing,” and that it even had a name: blood-injury phobia (see You Look a Little Pale (#litres_trial_promo),). Others just said I had a weak stomach. In biology lab, everyone around me wielded scalpels and seemed remarkably brave, while just I prayed for the bell to ring. I started to realize something funny, which was that hearing disturbing stories bothered me more than actually seeing something gross. It was my imagination, in the end, that really got the best of me.

After a while, the other kids started to look out for me. They let the teacher know when a news topic of someone finding a severed hand in the woods or Ozzy Osbourne chewing the heads off bats came up that maybe they should change the subject—either that or give me a pass to study hall. They’d tell me not to look at a slide showing a giraffe carcass being torn apart by leopards. Sometimes they caught me in time, and I put my head between my knees before I blacked out. Most of the teachers understood. I learned to get used to spinning rooms. And to sit by the exit signs.

Family members joked that after all that fainting, I’d grow up to be a surgeon. That didn’t happen. But I did grow up to write a book about blood, guts, gaping wounds, giant cockroaches, earthworm soup, flying mucus, belly lint, and dead bodies piling up on Mount Everest.

So here’s the million-dollar question: Did I faint during the writing of this book?