I hate phobias.
Hate hate hate.
I go into the bathroom to take a shower, take my glasses off, and then notice that I just stepped over something that's crawling on the floor. I think 'oh great, another spider' and put my glasses back on and look again and it's a wasp.
I am terrified of wasps and bees. I will either freeze, or utterly freak out and run away at Mach 9. Unfortunately, this wasp was between me and the door. I told myself that obviously it was hurt somehow or it would already be flying, but oh no. Logic would not work. So I stand there for almost ten minutes, nearly crying and holding up a balled-up towel like some kind of shield as I watch this thing crawl around, absolutely certain that at any second it was going to dart into the air and dive-bomb me. Finally I got up the nerve to throw the towel at it, and then I stomped on the towel about fifteen times.
Overall, I prefer the spiders.
Now I think I'm just going to sit here and shake for a while. Nnnnnnnnnnn.
I go into the bathroom to take a shower, take my glasses off, and then notice that I just stepped over something that's crawling on the floor. I think 'oh great, another spider' and put my glasses back on and look again and it's a wasp.
I am terrified of wasps and bees. I will either freeze, or utterly freak out and run away at Mach 9. Unfortunately, this wasp was between me and the door. I told myself that obviously it was hurt somehow or it would already be flying, but oh no. Logic would not work. So I stand there for almost ten minutes, nearly crying and holding up a balled-up towel like some kind of shield as I watch this thing crawl around, absolutely certain that at any second it was going to dart into the air and dive-bomb me. Finally I got up the nerve to throw the towel at it, and then I stomped on the towel about fifteen times.
Overall, I prefer the spiders.
Now I think I'm just going to sit here and shake for a while. Nnnnnnnnnnn.