Having my blood drawn. I don’t mind needles too much; I don’t have any problem with nosebleeds; and I don’t especially mind seeing other peoples’ blood (although I could never be a surgeon; way too icky, and I could never go through having to dissect dead bodies). But to see my own blood being drawn out of my veins? AHHHHHHHH! It almost makes me faint when I have to do it, and I would never donate blood unless it were really necessary.
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
ETA: And bugs! I totally forgot bugs. Spiders especially, but also cockroaches. At least I don’t still live in my old house that had tons of scorpions for some reason.
According to a dream I had last night, I am deathly afraid of a Miami Vice beclad Tommy Chong as a central American Druglord along with his bandito crew that runs aground on a beach in the world’s longest cigarboat. His henchman stuck the downside of a machete upside the continuous crease on the downside of my ball sack and rectum and walked me off the side of the boat. I acually felt it, it hurt… I’m thinking that maybe my Hanes were just binding in my crotchcrease. Don Thomasito Chong then started shooting arrows at me in the water with a Bow and Arrow deckside.
I also hate moths–but I don’t mind butterflies. I think it is the hairiness that does it. Insects should not be hairy. Not too big a fan of tarantulas or anything either, but moths are really deeply unpleasant for me in a way that tarantulas or whatnot are not. I also am incapable of putting in contacts. Really distressed me when the doctor tried putting contacts in my eyes–I still wear glasses.
Also one that hasn’t been mentioned–“Beauty” fish. What is a beauty fish, you might wonder? This is what the place I visited yesterday called these small fish that *eat your dead skin. * I don’t know how well known these horrible creatures are, but I had heard rumors of them before, while living in Japan. They are supposed to make your skin all nice and soft. The man who owned them had tanks where you could put your hands and/or feet in the pool with them. He told me that apparently it can also be done on your face??? Anyways, as I said, yesterday a friend and I visited a place which possessed them. My friend wanted to try. Now, you may think being afraid of fish which EAT YOUR SKIN is a perfectly normal thing, but my friend put her feet in the water with those things for like 5 minutes and seemed to have no problems with it. “It tickles,” she said. None of the Japanese visitors seemed to have much of a problem with it either. I most definitely did
Watching those fishes crowd around people’s fingers and start eating made me feel physically ill. I had to actually walk away. I thought I was just being a big wuss so at one point I forced myself to put my hand in the pool with the fish. I felt one touch me for like one second and I SCREAMED and jerked my hand out of the water–it was completely involuntary. I felt like a complete idiot afterward, I am sure that people just thought I was looking for attention or something, but it was really completely unintentional. I joked about it afterwards but I honestly felt myself tearing up, the sheer thought of that fish trying to eat my dead skin was so distressing. Here is some horrifying feet action.
I saw a clip of those fish going at someone’s feet. It was so gross that I had to look away after a few seconds. Just thinking about it gives me the creeps.
I also forgot these prehistoric monsters. We call them potato bugs or Jerusalem crickets. I’m terrified of them. Luckily they’re slow and can’t fly so they’re easy to run away from.
I have come to the conclusion that the reason I hate spiders and snakes is the way they move all stealth like and somewhat unnatural and just appear out of the blue. My house seems to be a spider magnet, fortunately mostly of the small variety. About once every two months or so one greets me by rappelling down from the ceiling and landing on my computer desk seemingly staring at me and announcing it’s presence… ta da!
Those look similar to mole crickets that I found when digging a large hole once. They live underground and seemed unusually strong and they were able to pry my fingers apart. They also seemed unusually intelligent and robot like for a bug.
How bizarre! Shortly after reading this post, a spider fell from who knows where right onto the middle of my keyboard. This has never happened before in the time I’ve lived here. I was creeped out more by the timing of it than anything.
