n. A fear of slugs
Google turns up only 8 results for ‘limaxaphobia’, yet I know two other people who hate slugs as much as me. shudder
Anyone else? Or are we really a trio of freaks?
Try:
“fear of slugs” – 28 links
“I hate slugs” – 163
slugophobia – 3
Ahhh…but merely hating them just makes you a keen gardener. I’m talking irrational paranoid phobia, here 
I am terribly afraid of slugs. Irrationally even. I mean, I start crying when I just see a picture of one. So, its more of a quadruplet thing going on I guess…but I am sure glad to know I’m not alone! 
If there’s anything slower than a slug, it’s a zombie slug.
Not to the irrational level, but IME there’s many people who hate slugs yet find “slugs with their house on top” cute. I’m one of them.
My daughter has that. If she sees one she screams and starts to cry. She refers to slugs (and snails) as the enemy.
Last week I had cream of snail soup at a restaurant. I tried to explain to her that eating them is the best revenge but she wasn’t having any of it.
So it’s not a fear of open sourced POSIX-compliant OSes?
(Oh, I guess that would be Linuxaphobia.)
This is a zombie, but a slow-moving one – I’ll leave it open, we can outrun it.
twickster, MPSIMS moderator
I guess this would be a good place to mention the killer slugs of Scandinavia?
(They’re an invader species from Spain and they eat all the domestic slugs. So far, anyway…)
Two words will solve your slug problems:
Sodium Chloride.
I wonder if my daughter would be afraid of zombie slugs? The only other thing that I know she’s afraid of is anime. The big eyes creep her out.
Slugs…and snails…squick me the frick out. Guess where I grew up? The outskirts of Seattle. Besides the horrid banana slugs, just the regular brown slugs grew enormous, and my two younger brothers loved to skewer them on sticks and chase me around, trying to touch me with them. shudder
I have a horrid story, but unless I receive massed pleas for it, I won’t squick myself out telling it. shudder
So they are the killer Spanish-Swedish slugs?
I loathe them. There’s someting about them that strikes me at such a visceral level…fat witchety grubs and earthworms too.
Lizards and spiders, however, don’t bother me.
Tell us the slug horror story. TELL US.
If they’re cross-breeding with the local population instead of consuming them, maybe. Both species are pretty big - saw a 6-inch killer slug specimen this morning while biking around.
Salting of the Slug
When first I came to Jolton my fortune there to find.
I met some jolly countrymen, on barbecue we dined.
The talk soon turned to sport and game as the old style we chugged.
They said lad you have not lived till you have salt the slug.
We raised high our shakers full of Morton’s finest grain.
We crept out to the garden damp the creature there to find.
We watched each creature swell and pop, did thrill me to the core.
And every slug did learn that night that when it rains it pours.
So if you’re e’er in Joulton, quaffing chilly brew.
And hearty lads and lassies fair do salt a slug or two.
Pray join the sporting company forsaking sex and drugs.
God bless us jolly salterers and have pity on the slugs
There was an episode of *Fear Factor *where the challenge was the contestants had to eat live slugs. Not little tiny ones, either…big old nightmarish ones.
I could stand having spiders on my face, I think, and lying in a box with rats. But if I’d been a contestant on that episode I would have had no shame saying, “I’m out” and walking away (unless all that stuff is faked?)
