I'm dead terrified of grasshoppers. Grew up in a house that backed up against a corn field, and we moved there the summer of a nasty drought. They were everywhere, even got into the cars and would sit on the dashboard just looking at me.
Once, when I was still pretty young, a great big granddaddy of a grasshopper jumped onto my forehead. They have sticky feet. I remember this because he didn't fall off as I leapt around the ShopKo parking lot, screaming and slapping myself in the face.
Those 'hoppers killed my childhood. To this day, at the reasonably-ripe age of 32, I will give them a wiiiiide berth while walking. Even the cute little ones.
For crying out loud, I have chills just typing this! Does this count as therapy?
I still can't watch even trailers for scary movies or tv shows. Not sure if this really qualifies, but it's true. Turn on an ad for "The Ring" and I will RUN from the room. At best I close my eyes and try to tune out.
I always thought I'd grow out of it, but never did. Doesn't help that my area is somewhat rural and I just know there's no one to hear me scream for the most part..
I have anxiety and occasional panic attacks... the worst thing is not really being able to say or pinpoint what it is that freaks me out! (Now I know it's always a culmination of things leading up to an unexpected circumstance)
MrB's attempt at talking like a horse person, "We'll be entering in the amateur hunter-gatherer division...."
I'm super afraid of losing things that I'm wearing or hanging onto... for example, as a kid, if I had a balloon in the car, I was PETRIFIED that it would fly out of the window. Now, I have this ring (not wedding, haha) that means a lot to me that I wear 24/7. I was on a ferry boat and I was standing on the edge with my hands on the rail, pretty big drop to the ocean. Even though this ring fits me well and is always snug, I was TERRIFIED that it would just slip off my hand into the ocean....
Windward Farm, Washougal, WA- our work in progress, our money pit, our home!
Moths. I detest them! They are erratic and flappy and fuzzy and did I mention erratic!? ICK! When they get in the house and fling themselves around lights or my head I am rendered senseless and must get away from them.
I also have a fear of public restrooms. Not the way you think...I fear I will open a stall and find a dead body. I have to look under before opening, because you just never know! Every. single. time!
Aliens. Mothership overhead? I would probably die of terror.
I also don't like vacums. As a child I was *deathly* afraid of them to the point of hysterical tears/screaming. When my mom would vacum I'd crawl to the highest place I could and bawl until she was done. I was about 13 or 14 before I could actually bring myself to vacum. My fear is limited to uprights. Any sort of shop-vac or canister on wheels only gives me a case of the heebies.
Even now I could not sleep with an upright vacumn anywhere but its closet. And if something gets stuck and I have to turn it over to fish it out I do it really quick. I know. It's totally silly. I'm 34.
"The nice thing about memories is the good ones are stronger and linger longer than the bad and we sure have some incredibly good memories." - EverythingButWings
Music boxes (or really anything that makes a sound when you open it, although greeting cards with sound are more of an intense dislike than a fear like music boxes).
Crumbs. I can pick up and eat a burger or fried chicken, but as soon as I'm done eating, I cannot touch crumbs without freaking out. It's the small, gritty texture and the fact that they tend to stick instead of falling off easily.
Having a bottle of whipped cream (Reddi-wip?) squirted in my mouth. I don't know what happened - one moment my friend was telling me how fun and tasty it was, the next moment I was on the floor crying. I think a panic attack was probably involved.
Snakes, insects, blood/gore, flying, clowns, public speaking, important tests, etc. are all fine, but tell me to touch a crumb or point a can of Reddi-wip at me and I'm out of there!
I really dislike spiders. Even the little tiny ones that couldn't hurt a flea.
I am also scared of riding on elevators. When I worked in DC happily walked the 7 stories to my office and between meetings all day. Unless I was with a client, etc., in which case I had to suck it up and act nonchalant. This one is easy to explain away as "an effort to remain fit while at a desk job." Whatever, truth is I hate elevators though I know it is irrational.
Murky or icky water that I can't see what's in it, like ponds. I seriously get chills just thinking about something (plant, animal, mineral- it doesn't matter) touching me and even just not clear water itself. I can't go in the ocean any farther than my ankles, heck I don't even like to watch people in movies swim in a lake. Yuck, yuck, yuck
“While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats.” Mark Twain