Willies. Wills. Williams. Willards.

When I was a kid, I got the Willies. My parents were more likely to get the Heebie-Jeebies. Today I get the Jitters.

Yup. I'm talking about the Creeps. And getting them. And why.

Probably I get the Willies on account of the movie Willard, which came out in 1971, when I was (very) young and (very) impressionable. Ben, the oversized rat in the film, enlists his buddy-rats to kill Willard's boss, but then the nasty creatures turn on Willard when he tries to drown them. On account of their mischievousness.

Note: Chewing the living daylights out of his boss is, indeed, an act of mischievism, yes.

So, anyway, I frequently get the Willies. I thought it might be interesting to share what gives me the Willies and/or the Jitters and/or the Whatnots.

A Woefully-Short Willies List, Which Could Go On and On ...

1. Trying on swimwear in the Department Store, with or without the 'hygienic liner'. Yeah, I know. The Willies!

2. Squatting a little, looking for feet, to see if a bathroom stall is empty and then seeing 'parts' of the person sitting on the toilet through the space where the door doesn't quite meet the stall and realizing that, yeah, people can see me when I'm sitting there, too. The Willies!

Note: Why can't stalldoor designers do something about this atrocity?

3. Chinese restaurants, in general. The Willies!

4. The end of the toilet paper roll folded into little triangles in the bathrooms of hotel rooms. Do I really want someone who has just cleaned the freaking floors touching my toilet paper?The Willies!

5. Seeing a spider on the ceiling of my bedroom at night and trying to smash it to smithereens but it survives and scurries off and I can't find it and all night long I feel (hopefully) imaginary spiders scuttling across my cheek and I freak out and screech and swat, yes. The Willies!

So, I must ask both of my readers: What gives you the Willies? Leave a note!

Heck, yes!