I’m a huge pussy when it comes to spiders and snakes. I know it is irrational, they have never done anything bad to me. I don’t care.
I was pruning some bushes in front of my house when a Copperhead came out from under one of the bushes and I’m pretty sure that I nearly had a heart attack. It was a big bastard, I would say about five feet long.
No more bush pruning that day.
Motherfking snakes, on a motherfking plane or not.
Actually, I’ve only seen one since I’ve been living in California. We used to get them all the time in our house in Northern Indiana (Chicago area.)
I hate them, too, though.
The real screamer for me, however, is maggots, which I fortunately don’t run into very often.
I don’t mind the evil killer, or jaded and alcoholic clowns. They are what they are.
The “funny” clowns creep me out.
What are they up to? Why are they dressed like that? Why am I supposed to think they’re funny? They’re evil. They’re pretending that they aren’t evil, that’s how I can tell.
I have found that if you hide behind children, the clowns will often leave you alone.
Scorpions do it for me; I hate and fear the poisonous lobster looking little bastards and will flee them whenever I can.
Bats creep me the hell out, too.
I have no doubt that there are things that do it, but nothing occurs to me right now. Nothing stands out a regular.
Most hilarious-but-alarming reaction of this sort was when a woman I know had a 4 inch praying mantis fly into her long hair and get tangled in it (before that, I didn’t even know they could fly. Turns out they can, but badly).
We had to physically chase her, tackle her, and hold her down while removing the trapped bug - she was screaming and running around like a crazy person.
I’m just glad there were no bystanders - it must have looked really bad: two big guys chasing a woman screaming in terror and wresling her to the ground. :smack:
Wasps, hornets, yellowjackets and bees. If I see one I’ll drop what I am doing and run like hell. They fly in fast and unpredictable patterns, their stings are venomous and very painful, they can attack en masse (just one sting is bad enough, what’s it like to get stung by several hundred of them?!!), and with their low, menacing buzz and their black and yellow stripes just make them look all the more intimidating.
Spiders used to make me scream and run like a little girl every time, then I got a Spider Catcher (linked to order page since the home page has an animated spider catching demo that can be a bit hair-raising). Now the bastards just make me scream when they go running across my bare leg while I’m watching television in bed.
I actually like snakes, bats, frogs, mantids, and most spiders, don’t mind bugs in general unless they’re disease carriers like roaches or ticks (and while those are gross, they don’t make me run away) or pain carriers like yellowjackets (and those I sidle away from) but I canNOT deal with an overflowing toilet containing poop. It triggers my panic response like nothing else. I can deal with poop in other situations like a rational person, but combine it with water and I am seriously freaked out and dysfunctional.
This amused me. Somehow seeing the word “poop” mixed in with the otherwise articulate post is cute and charming. I don’t know ya, but I’d come clean up your messes.
Provided, of course, you kill my silverfish. 
Most of the above things I can more or less deal with and maintain at least a pretense of maleness. Snakes on the other hand will have me running for the hills, full-on girly scream and all.
I would have LOVED to seen that… 
And I don’t think I am THAT scared of anything. Plus I don’t scream like a little girl.
Huge, flying, stingy things. Bees are ok, yellow-jackets I can tolerate, but anything wasp, hornet, or scarier will send me running in terror.
Centipedes. And to a lesser extent, earwigs.
Wasps & hornets.
And spiders with hair.
And clowns.
Living in LA, I’ve never seen a house centipede (except in pictures here online). I do think if confronted, I’d soil my pants. I doubt I’d scream, though.
Screaming and running is reserved for snakes and flying/stinging bugs.
And I can also deal quite well with poop in a toilet.
I’m learning to tolerate rats, though. I saw one last night at about 3 AM and, seriously, it was at least a foot long. Fortunately, it was running away from me.
tdn, that’s hilarious, because when my younger brother and his wife were first married, they lived in a house trailer on my mom and dad’s farm. They got rats under it, but my SIL wasn’t bothered at all. She thought they were just big mice. :eek:
I am not a scream and run like a little girl kinda gal.
Never have been.
Bugs, spiders, rats, mice, clowns…bring it.
But Seaweed when I am swimming just makes me go glargghhhhhh!
Snakes. We had one get into the laundry room through the back door that we hadn’t gotten shut all the way. The first thing, DH came out and said, “OK, hon, now I don’t want you to panic.” (Pause, while it occurs to me that if he already knows that he doesn’t want me to panic, there’s probably a reason that I SHOULD panic). “There’s a snake in the laundry room, and I want to shut the doors so it can’t get out. Can you come keep an eye on it while I move the washer out?”
Yeah, I was pretty much worthless. All I could do was the “fidget dance” and keep muttering, “Snake…snake…” (Picture the dance Homer Simpson does when he’s agitated)