I’m embarassed to admit it, but fuck it. I’ve thrown more magazines and ran out of rooms more times than I can count after flipping a page and seeing a picture of a big fat hairy tarantula staring at me. I’m slooooowly forcing myself to get over it, but it seems pretty hard-wired into me. Although I can kind of sort of look at them now (sometimes), I still get all twitchy and my heart races and my skin crawls. I realize, intellectually, that they’re harmless. My ultimate goal is to hold one one day.
Spiders. Ewwww. Mushrooms. Ewwwww.
But tarantulas are not quite as scary as other spiders. I guess it’s because they are big and fuzzy. Still I would not like to meet one in person. So I live near Mt. Diablo, home to all of Northern California’s wild tarantula population. Go figure.
If you include a concept or idea or event, along with a tangible thing: anytime the snopes message board discusses (for what reason, I have no fucking idea) whether a picture of a baby strangled in its crib is “real” :rolleyes:, I refrain from clicking on it, thank you very much.
Spiders for me too. I have to close my eyes when I see them on tv.
Also, anything with lots of holes or pores freaks me out, like lotus pods. And yes, I’ve seen that picture and I hate it. Please don’t link to it.
Also, I will usually close my eyes if I see a werewolf on tv. Not in person though, because that would give him time to strike.
Spiders here too. Unexpectedly coming across a picture of a spider in the newspaper sets off the same panic reaction as unexpectedly coming across the spider in my home. I feel unsettled even thinking about it.
I can’t watch people shave. In person or in movies.
I hesitate to post it, because it’s a clinical fear – I am claustrophobic to a point that I cannot even *read *about someone stuck in a tight spot, let alone watch stuff like that on television. We were watching Only One Way Out – the episode where he was under the sheet of ice. I was ok until they put the ice sheet on top of the water, then I had to look away.
Now, here’s the funny thing about it. I can deal with being in the mosh pit/huge crowd until the show is over, then I get kind of nuts to get out of the throng. I also love spelunking, and will crawl on my belly through tight spaces happily, so long as I know the cave and/or am with someone who knows it.
FWIW, I know the exact moment I became claustrophobic – I was 4 and an aunt locked me in a broom closet for 48 hours.
The lotus boob. (Somebody had to come in here and say it!)
I’m not even going to give you a link, because in order to find the photo, I’d have to look at it! :eek:
When I was a kid, there was a Twilight Zone (or similar) episode that had Medusa in it. It freaked me out to the point that an older neighbor kid only had to say 'MEDUSA!!" and I’d lose it.
Strange, since I’ve grown to love snakes and lizards, and have had a couple snakes as pets over the years.
That squicks me right the hell out, too. I wonder why? I think I figured out my thing with spiders (especially tarantulas), but this one puzzles me.
Yes. I had the willies after seeing that thing for about a week. The lotus pod is a nasty looking thing and I’m getting the heebie-jeebies just typing about it.
Millipedes are yucky too, as well as slugs and fat witchety grubs.
It could be interesting to google the word tryptophobia, or fear of (clusters of) holes.Tryptophobia is a neat word I recently learned here on SD.
Wow, that would do it. Sounds like you’ve adjusted quite well if you can go spelunking.
Honeycombs don’t bother me. But the lotus pod…ew ew ew…it makes me want to curl up in a corner and rock back and forth trying to get into my happy place.
I used ot get wildlife magazines, and while pictures of bugs didn’t bug me to look at them, I would always try and avoid touching the images.
If I click on that, is it going to show me a bunch of pictures of (clusters of) holes?
I also remember being pretty squicked (though not necessarily “scared”) of the fish eggs at the start of Finding Nemo.
No. Just a picture of what looks like a lacquered wood panel with a spiral pattern of holes.
I’m tryptophobic, and large clusters of globes bother me, too. I assume it’s related.
That picture doesn’t bother me. What’s the Latin phrase for “fear of lotus pods?”
This picture of Brian Peppers on Snopes freaked me out like nothing else before or since, and I refuse to look at it again. Seriously. Don’t know why, I had no idea I was scared of deformed faces until I saw that.
Edit: I hope that link works - I ain’t clicking on it to make sure!