I liked doing this when I was about 10. I’d actually volunteer to rake up the leaves in our backyard so I could play in them a bit before putting them in garbage bags. It was like the one “hard” chore that I liked doing. Anyway, this one day I was raking the leaves and I saw this big old centipede crawling on my pile. I screamed bloody murder and since then I refused to touch leaves or anything that reminded me of them.