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I have never seen these in Iowa- but they are all over the California hills…
Oddly, I have an irrational love for these windmills. I’m tempted to go back to school and become a wind engineer (or whatever they’re called) just so I can be near them.
I cannot stand the smell of toothpaste or mouthwash or gum when being used by someone else. I don’t mind the stuff if I’m using it, but if someone else it using it, I am totally grossed out.
:eek: Wow that’s terrible! You got sick just watching people pile on food and eating it?
Also, oddly enough, I can’t stand moldy bread or moldy anything. Sometimes we have fruit that gets a little old and has mold on the outside. My parents would just cut that part out but I have to throw away the entire fruit, along with any fruit it touched or was near in the bag or basket.
People licking their fingers to separate off a sheet of paper which they’re then going to give to me. Thanks for the sheet, but I did NOT need the DNA sample. Especially this one time when my head of department had been eating chocolate and then licked her finger and the sheet she handed me had a chocolate-spit fingerprint in the corner… I had to throw it away and make a fresh copy of someone else’s. I can’t look at the person doing it.
I can’t stand the feeling of wooden utensils against my teeth, and hence can’t watch others using them or eating ice lollies off sticks.
Stuffed animals with open seams so that you can see the stuffing inside. Someone bring sutures!
Bare pregnant bellies. Especially when the belly button pops out like one of those squeeze toys. Ugh.
Spit. The other night I watched “Back to the Future Part III” and I had to look away during the scene when Biff got the spittoon chucked at him and ended up with slimy spit all down his front. I realize this is probably pushing the “innocuous” thing, but even spit on the sidewalk squicks me out.
If we’re extending this to “listen to” as well as “look at”:
The sound of pouring liquid, especially when it’s amplified (like in a beer commercial). Ditto “smacking” eating sounds. Those Carl’s Jr. “Don’t bother me, I’m eating” commercials bug the hell out of me.
Crinkling plastic. I have a hard time at movie theaters sometimes, because I just want to rip candy packages out of people’s hands, tear off the plastic, and hand them back the box. Why do people have to take a freakin’ YEAR to open a plastic package?
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…ahem. I’m okay now. 
The Robot Chicken take on them is better … .
People kissing/licking dog on lips… {shiver} In my mind they may as well go have a big plate of yellow urinal crud smothered in poop gravey…
ick, Tom.
Hurkety blurkety blargh! My nephews know they can creep me out with just talking about wiggly teeth. I used to have dreams about all of my teeth falling out and seeing a tooth that is about to fall out just creeps me out to no end.
I can’t look at webpages with black backgrounds and light type. It does something weird to my eyes and I feel on the edge of a migraine. Ditto for blacklights.
I hates them! HATES THEM, BAGGINS!
I couldn’t view that link because I’m Canadian and Adult Swim hates me (also: copyright laws). I did google it though and found it on another random site and…yep, that’s hilarious!
Chimpanzees - any and all parts of them not just their feet. I recoil in horror at pictures of them, and can’t watch any show or movie that features them. I am appalled that people actually adopt them and treat them like real children! :eek:
Monkeys are only slightly better, although strangely enough gorillas, orangutans and baboons are exempt from the horror factor. Go figure…
Also I am repelled by any decorating choice that involves creative use of the American flag. I find it repellent. I have nothing against the flag per se, at least as far as its use as a FLAG!, but not for decorating! Ugh! No stars, no stripes and avoid if possible combining red, white and blue! It’s just wrong…
I’m afraid of bodies of water at night. Dark water. Even if I know that the river, lake, pond, whatever, is muddy as hell and can’t be seen through in daylight either, I still can’t look at a body of water at night without it conjuring up images of horrific monsters swimming around beneath…
Dry cotton balls. I hate touching them… What a creepy feeling that is. Cotton candy is worse because you have to touch it AND eat it AND it’s sticky! Wet cotton balls are fine.
I hate cotton balls similarly – but not the sight of them, just the feel of them. I hate when a bottle of Pepcid or something is wadded up with cotton. Skeeves me right out.
And don’t get me going on marshmellows. I can’t touch them without the full body shiver taking me over.
This can’t be innocuous. It’s just… wrong.
Is this a common problem for you? I mean, I can’t even think of the last time I saw a picture of a sloth. Is your town sloth-infested?
For me, it’s seeing people at the edge of a precipice. Triggers my acrophobia. Remember the blue guy in Avatar chasing the blue chick over those tree limbs way way up in the air? Brrrr.
Cracks, gills and scales.
I can’t look at things with deep cracks in them where the color goes from light on the outside to darker into the crack (like when you see landscapes that have been muddy, but now the sun has dried them and they are all huge, yawning cracks)
Fish - expecially shark gills. Seeing the gills on a shark slowly opening and then flattening out again while they swim—iiiieeeeee!
Scales…but only if and when they flex (or open) hard to explain. I’m okay with looking at a snake or fish, but if they bend or something and some of the scales open—NOT okay!
Oh me toooooo!! I LOVE bell peppers but when I cut them open I quickly look away when I pull out the seeds and I dont look back until ive rinsed them away. Ive always had a huge squick-issue with any bunched bubble looking stuff. Caviar is absolutely terrifying for me to look at. Its not the fish eggs part… its just how it looks!
Also, Plums. I just HATE them. And not in the normal way people hate specific foods. Like, I hate mushrooms… but Plums are different. Even saying the word outloud make me ill. The texture, the color… they make me gag even thinking about them. Oh god, I’m gonna yack…
One of Fritz Leiber’s modern horror stories set in San Francisco featured the Sutro Tower. It, umm, moved. When I visited that beautiful city, I did find it just a bit frightful. (Herb Caen, quoted at that link: “I keep waiting for it to stalk down the hill and attack the Golden Gate Bridge.”)
Somebody mentioned watching somebody eat boiled eggs. Not a problem for me. But that icky, sulfurous smell is. (And I like egg salad–& love deviled eggs.)
(I guess I shouldn’t mention isopods.)