Never Take A Dare

I guess I should talk.  I took an extremely stupid dare today.  My cousins were over, and we decided to play Dare.  (we are not allowed to play truth or dare, but we figured Dare was ok).  We made Dare teams: Eliza and Ashley, Ericka and Shannah.  We took turns daring each other to do certain things, and if they didn't, they had to do such and such a thing.  We played this in an alley between two huge feedlots, each stacked (literally) 18 inches deep in poop.  A veritable breeding ground for dares!  Ash and Liza had to walk the length of the feedbunks, balancing on the edge of the aforementioned, which was about an inch thick, without falling off.  They did, so they had to (in penance) climb INTO the feedbunks and crawl 20 feet down them inching like a worm. They did it without complaint. After all, it could have been worse. 
So, after various dares, like hanging upside down for 20 seconds straight, riding our little colt that bucks if you put a blanket on him (we did not do that one), singing "I Love You More" to the cattle as loudly as you can (we didn't do that either), and hanging off a rope ladder and singing (this one was in bad taste, this was not my idea), "Burp and Barf and eeeeeeeeeeee..." (Hold the eeeeee for ten seconds, please)  We got to me and Shannah's dare. Walk through three feet of poop wearing our good tennis shoes.  I did it. 
My mother was shocked to see me come running in the house barefoot, saying "Don't worry, Mom, they got my shoes out."
And I am surprised we did. We all gave a shriek, envisioning what our mothers would say.  Or do.
So I ran through 18 inches of poop barefoot. Serves me right. As I was approaching the feedbunks to get out, I heard Ashley gasp with delight. I whirled. She said, "Look in the poop! Hookworms!"
I gasped and ran faster yet, my feet freezing. I gave a howl on the way down the alley, with only one sock on.  The girls were busy hookworm watching and digging out my tennis shoes. My mother was angry. I wonder why.
She ordered me to go wash my shoes immediately. Later, when I told her about the hookworms, she made me take that antibacterial stuff and wash my feet with it.  Ick.  I also found out that hookworms are too small to be visible, and they were actually ringworms. What a relief. That sure made me feel better. NOT.