Arthropods. Doesn't matter how small they are, or how harmless. Insects, arachnids, little beach critters, anything with an exoskeleton (or the larva of something that will later have an exoskeleton) freaks the hell out of me. And that is an irrational fear. A lot of people might have phobias about insects and arachnids, but that doesn't make it any less irrational.
This might be partially caused by the fact that, living in the 'burbs, the few times I've come in contact with insects have been A) when I'm standing outside, minding my own business, and a bee suddenly buzzes deafeningly in my ear; B) when a spider decides that while I'm taking a shower is the best time to come out of hiding, preferrably by way of dropping onto my head; and C) the time I stood still on a hot summer's day in my driveway and, unbeknownst to me, perhaps three or four earwigs (or possibly centipedes) crawled up my roller blades and remained undetected until they were spread out across my arms, back, and legs.
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