Oh…I love midgets! It’s almost an obsession. I’m with you on the rats and heights though. I used to be fine with heights, but my “maximum high” gets lower every year.
I don’t know if this is an irrational fear, necessarily, but I have recurring dreams of my hair and teeth falling out, “radiation poisoning” style. I just had one the other night. :eek:
Aside from arthropods and deep water, both of which I consider quite rational really, I’ll have to say gas-powered barbeque grills. Every time I go to light one of those bad boys I just know that it’s going to e’splode, throwing flaming chunks of me into the neighbour’s yard. I haven’t been able to to so much as go near one since the last time, when I got distracted when lighting it. The gas had built up a bit and when I’d stuck my handy-dandy flaming piece of paper inside the grate, there was a decent fireball that enveloped my hand! Nothing but some singed arm hair, but still. I want nothing more to do with those things, no sir.
faints
Mr Neville would have had to change the channel really soon after they started showing eye surgery. I’d be squicked out of existence by it, and might very well throw up.
You’ve either been married too long, or are skipping something 
I had a video of that being done to my own eye! I don’t know where the video might be (I have a suspicion the lovely badkitty tossed it after one viewing)
Being on the other end of that was very much like I expect an alien abduction (sans anal probe) might go.
Nah, we used to do the lunchtime quickie, but we live a little further away from work now so we don’t have quite enough time. 
You know, the main thing that struck me while watching that show (besides the ew! ew! ew!) was the thought of how difficult it must be for eye surgeons to have to get past the ew! ew! ew! and actually slice into an eyeball. Poor things.
No freaking way. Not for a bizillion dollars.
I had a nasty eye injury when I was pregnant and had to remain awake while they sewed my eyelid back on and stuck a probe into my tearduct to unblock it. Pretty freaky, to say the least.
My irrational fear is that if I don’t walk through the turnstile thingy at the metro fast enough, the little gate flap thingies will clamp down on my thighs and cause me pain.
That actually happened to me once, at Kings Island when I was about 12. I had the most hellacious bruise on my thigh. It was enormous and deep, hideous purple. It the proceeded to turn every color of the rainbow, which sort of made up for the excruciating agony of the actual injury.
I’m afraid of medium heights. I repelled off a 300 foot cliff and jumped out of a helicopter into a lake. I rode one of those “reverse-bungee cord” rides that launches you into the air. But I’m almost pant-wetting terrified of being on a ladder that is more than a step stool. I hate climbing a ladder to clean my gutters. I’m afraid that I will fall off and not die, just be paralyzed from the eyebrows down.
I also have an irrational fear that I will lose my mind. Sometimes when I’m trying to go to sleep and random thoughts go bouncing around in my head, I’m sure that it is the beginnings of dementia or schizophrenia or something.
(bolding mine) You’d think, wouln’t you, but here in Florida where the bugs are as big as Volkswagons, I know plenty of people who aren’t phased by them. Me, I completely freak if I see one, live or dead. I see those greasy brown bodies and I absolutely can not supress a 1950’s horror movie style screech. To the point where I’ve knocked on the doors of neighbors I’ve never met to ask them to kill them for me. I’ve gotten to where I can dispose of a dead one, after a few beers and much mental preparation, but if a live one is on the ceiling or somewhere the stream of bug spray can’t reach, I run away leaving a WOOKINPANUB shaped hole in the wall.
I just discovered a new one the other night. I went to my very first hockey game and the whole time I imagined the sensation of the puck hitting me in the mouth. By the end of the game I realized my jaws ached from clenching my teeth.
Oh, and certain buildings. This one freaks me out so much I got a little woozy just linking to that picture.
Yea, I don’t know that that fear is all that irrational. I’ve been caught by those turnstiles and those bloody things do not retract when they hit you. I too have gotten bruises… :smack:
I get freaked out by buildings that have the first few floors made up of just the support beams, and many full stories above that. Creeps me out even though the rational side says the engineers probably know what they’re doing.
The garbage disposal.
I swear to the almighty that I could turn off the switch, open the breaker, shut power to the house, the block, my town, or the entire frakking power grid on the East Coast, and it will STILL turn on and grind my fingers into handburger as soon as I stick my hand down through those slimy plastic teeth.
And clowns.
Handburger! 
Edgar Allan Poe called it “the imp of the perverse”. At least we know we’re not the first ones to have it…
I went to a summer science day camp once, and they threatened to make us dissect a sheep’s eye if we didn’t behave.
All electrical things can still get you, even if you did shut off the entire power grid to the world. I’m not sure how they could, but they could.
The rm command in Unix can do something similar. No matter how careful you think you’re being, it can still bite you in the ass and delete something important that you didn’t mean to delete.
I have a friend who will start hyperventilating and screaming if he touches foam. He was in a terrible car accident, and when he woke up in the hosipital he was being held down with restraints due to a broken neck. The mattress and insides of the restraints were made of foam, and he hasn’t been able to stand the texture of it since.
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You don’t want to hear all about my eye surgeries for retinal tears, either the laser variety or the freezing variety. I’m proud that I just lived through them.
Not for 2 biazillon dollars!
Potato bugs scare the hell out of me. Especially stepping on them. I just know their spudletts are going to extract vengance upon me.
