Mirrors in the dark. If I accidentally catch a glimpse of light or movement in an otherwise dark mirrow, I’m done for. I will scream, and either leap toward a lightswitch, or hide under my covers. I can’t get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night without turning the light on, so my bladder has adapted to waking me just past sunrise, so that nothing bad comes out of the mirror and eats me while I’m trying to pee.
My boyfriend once tried to drag me into the dark bathroom, so he could invoke the Bell Witch via the mirror. I think my fingernails ripping into his skin convinced him that was NOT a good idea.
That’s right; I’m 25 years old, and still MAJORLY scared of the dark, especially if there’s a mirror hiding in it. Because the Bell Witch might get me. sigh
How about clowns with spiders in their hair? Hee hee. Mine is Jello. Green used to be the worst because it always seemed to have mutant fruit parts trapped inside like futuristic barf but blue jello takes the prize. It’s totally unintuitive for something edible to be that shade of day-glo fluorescent blue. And it wiggles. And it jiggles in anxious anticipation as it waits to jump off the plate onto your face, covering your nose and mouth, smothering you so it can absorb nutrients from your dead body until the next unsuspecting soul comes along. AAAAAAaaaaaahhhh! </screaming like a little girl, arms flailing> People think I left America for the adventure or for the money, but no. It’s the peace of knowing I won’t accidentally come face to face (or whatever blue jello has instead of a face) with that evil semiliquid.
Spiders and insects creep me out, but I am unlikely to scream, and am capable of dealing with them if the husband is not about.
Of course, if I discover them AFTER they’ve attempted to populate my person, that’s a different story. I was once waiting at a bus stop after work with a friend, and a largish moth flew into my hair. Friend reported that it was ‘the girliest noise I’ve ever heard you make’.
EXACTLY, what she said up there. Strangely enough, I’m not afraid of the dark if I’m outside. Just in the house. When we go to my in-laws, we stay in the partially finished basement that is pitch black at night. I have an active bladder. Needless to say I usually rush from the room to the stairs and fly up, with a HUGE flashlight, in the blink of an eye.
I used to be very very afraid of snakes, phobic even, until I met my husband. He took me to a pet store and I held a baby ball python to get over my fears. Over the years we’ve had a variety of breeders, including a Boa that was almost 7 ft long.
One condition, though, and I think you’ll agree: we need a teleporter. Noway nohow am I waiting hours while someone drives up here – or Og forbid deal with airports – while sewage drips through my basement ceiling joists. :eek:
I was driving my (old) car downtown one morning to get the safety check renewed, as it had expired some several months before and didn’t know until a cop pulled me over the night before to tell me. Oops.
Since the A/C was broken, I was driving with my window down. I hate driving with my window down.
And now even moreso, for not long later:
A honeybee (for I knew it was a bee by its very very loud buzz) had flown in and whacked against my left ear. This is where I then ripped off my hat and my sunglasses, flailed about while doing so, car swerved a bit as I freaked out in surprise, and quickly pulled over off the road to rush out, panting.
Now granted I know that flailing about in your car while driving is not smart, but it was instinctual right then and there.
My grandmother was following me to make sure no cops would pull me over again, and my little cousin was in the car with her. After realizing what happened and at not seeing the bee in my car, we headed off again.
Not five minutes later, I look in my rear-view mirror only to see the honeybee flying against it from the inside.
Aw hells no.
So again I pulled over, opened all the doors, and waited, where it eventually did fly out.
To this day my grandma and cousin find it hilarious it happened to me…
Ok you must explain this in more detail. Cows? Unless you are a vegetarian and cows are mooing at you in your dreams I don’t get this. This smilie is appropriate :dubious:
Snakes-I can’t even look at pictures. (Cute, cartoony ones are okay-like Sir Hiss in the Disney version of Robin Hood.)
My cousins used to LOVE chase me around with National Geographics when we were kids. A friend’s little brother once brought a garter snake into the kitchen once when I was talking to his mother. I screamed so loud that some other friends, who were coming over, heard me all the way down the street.
Spiders. We get enormous big huntsman spiders here and once in the semi-dark I reached down to pull on a pair of tracksuit pants left on the floor and a big hairy (had a pony tail - it was that hairy) spider CURLED AROUND MY FINGER. Gahhhhhhhh - I was throwing limbs around and jumping on the bed screaming 'get it off!! get it off!" and I was alone at the time. Also jellyfish - like the box jellies we get in the warm northern waters of our big home and if you get stung by one of those, you will die from the pain alone. Yep, (sigh), if its the poisonest species of its kind - you’ll find it in Australia. Spiders, snakes, scorpions, jellyfish, puffer fish, blue ringed octopus … the dreaded rare man-eating silverfish. (Not doing too much for tourism here am I)
When a couple of mozzies get in during the day, and I’m lying in bed maybe 3/4 asleep and I suddenly hear a zzzZZZzzp next to my head, so close it sounds like the mosquito is actually inside my ear.
And after I finally, finally manage to get back to sleep (after spraying every black, vaguely dot-like substance with Mortein), waking up in the morning to find mozzie bites all over me, knowing that they must have* feasted on me while I was asleep*. Gah. Gah!
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