What about those giant ants in the Mojave Desert?
I was 10 years old when I went to the movies in downtown Needles, California, a four-block walk from our home on Broadway Street. One Saturday, I went there to see Them
I don't think I made it past the first ten minutes or so. I never saw the giant ants. This creepy hand crawling around the edge of an open door was enough for me! Ran all the way home, and when no one was home at that moment, I stayed outside in the yard until someone arrived.