Sounds like this coconut crab {Scroll down to number 9. Warning: may cause heebie-jeebies}. What I like is how it’s trying to get into the bin, presumably in order to leap out and bite your face off at 7am on rubbish day.
I used to feel that way about the Grand High Witch from the movie “The Witches.” I finally made myself watch that scene all the way through (the unmasking where the witches all meet and Luke has to hide from them) a few years ago. It was hard. It still kind of is. I feel foolish, but it’s the one movie that really, REALLY scared me as a kid. Wheelers and Large Marge ain’t got nothing on these witches.
I hate the fact that I’m too much of a pussy to click on that link. I know nothing can jump out of my monitor and get me, and even if it could, coconut crabs, tarantulas, scorpions, etc, are all mostly harmless.
The holes thing grosses me out. I hadn’t realized it was so common.
Another one is seeing somebody getting sliced, especially if it’s a neck or wrists. I won’t watch a movie scene with a simulated cutting like that.
Anything sharp pointed at an eye. I will change the channel.
It may be a fine line, but things like the lotus pod and Surinam toads do not bother me, because they are physical manifestations of the individual organism’s own reproductive cycle.
I’m fine on the that side of the line, but I do admit to being grossed out by parasites that use similar strategies, i.e. something like a botfly infection.
Oh yeah. I remember having to close my eyes when I saw that scene in Chien Andalou! Ugh!
“Double Roll Pizzas” look like the infamous “Bagel Dogs” in Qadgop’s story about the inmate who tried “do-it-yourself” penile enhancement.
If you’re squeamish never ever pick up a book on dermatology to look at skin conditions. I did once out of curiosity. Never again.
I can’t cope with hypodermic needles at all. I can just about look at a picture of one if it’s just… on its own, doing nothing. If it’s actually being stuck in someone, though, I can’t stand it; my head spins and I feel nauseous and I have to look away. I also shake violently and cry if I have to deal with one in real life.
It’s only hypodermic needles, though. I’ve had my ears, lip and navel pierced, watched my housemate get his ear pierced, and the piercing needles didn’t really worry me at all. Which seems kind of weird, to me… I think it probably goes back a traumatic childhood thing involving a blood test, an incompetent doctor and a lot of incredibly painful messing around with my veins. shudder
My partner’s cousin unconsciously and uncontrollably freaks out enough to be a threat to himself and anyone around him if he isn’t either fully restrained or already under some form of anesthesia when he sees someone anywhere near him with a hypodermic needle.
And at the same time if you ever go to see a dermatologist and happen to see a photo album in the exam room, never ever ever open that and look at what can happen to peoples genitals. People who have been sitting in that *same *exam room as yourself, who just has a touch of seborrhea on his head and now might be coming down with a case of Dickrotofffungalitis just from sitting in a fucking chair.
A solitary person/group of people/boat/etc in the open water.
Show me a picture of a lone diver underwater a thousand miles from land? I’m uncomfortable with it, but can deal. Show me a picture taken from the deck of a ship in the middle of the Pacific? Uncomfortable, but tolerable.
I can’t look at a picture of the same boat from an aerial perspective where you can get a feel for how alone they are. It’s totally illogical, but the visual confirmation of being Alone just makes it intolerable to me.
Actually, I think this one is contemplating buying a gun, in the next stage in becoming an actual Dalek…
Step One: Be a nasty crawly thing.
Step Two: Hide in an overturned dustbin.
Step Three: EXTERMINATE!
Same for me too. Certainly not common enough to warrant its own phobia classification. The lotus boob put me into a state if intense iggyness for at least a week, but I didn’t realize I felt this way about hole clusters in general (even the term ‘hole clusters’ igs me out a little) until this thread. Even discussing it here is giving me the heebies. Thanks, SDMB…
And I don’t know if I would classify it as a phobia necessarily, as the feeling associated isn’t really the standard fear I feel around wasps and bees, but more of an intense ‘squiggy icky yucky grossed-out’ feeling. I suppose the fear is more of feeling iggy than the actual item itself. That said, I shant be googling ‘tryptophobia’ anytime soon lest I encounter pics. :eek:
If anyone needs me, I’ll be in cowering naked in the corner of my shower… possibly crying and yelling the word “whyyyyyy” repeatedly…
I’m terrified of heights. The thought of looking over the roof edge of a skyscraper sends me into a blind panic.
So I steeled myself and did a very quick Google image search.
This one jumped out at me.
I couldn’t look at it for more than two or three seconds, long enough to know, Yeah, that’s it, copy the link and close the window closecloseCLOSE.
Funny… when I look at that, I just think, “Get me a big tub of boiling water, a nut cracker and some drawn butter… yum!”
I can’t stand pictures of anything to do with plastic surgery. Looking at someone who’s having pieces of their face, boobs, neck, etc. cut up, moved around and stitched back up makes me feel faint almost instantly.
I’m surprised noone’s mentioned clowns. Pictures of them scare the shit out of me. Especially ones of clowns trying to look creepy. Ugh…
Seconding anything to do with the eye and adding teeth as well. I’m worried sick about when my kid gets old enough to have loose teeth. I’ll scream D=
And they are in fact edible. Not by me of course, I’d hose that sucker down with two full clips of .45acp before fleeing the country forever and becoming a lobbyist devoted to having that place fuel air bombed for a week straight.