The Aphex Twin stuff is the stuff of nightmares, but I wasn’t bothered at all by the baby sloth!
I will never, ever forget the sight of Mama Tiger screaming and running in circles in a complete panic once because she found a leech on her leg. I guess that’s what you get for doing yardwork in south Louisiana.
Oh, I was screaming all right while that leech was … reaching … for me. But I still picked up it. And I’ll pick the next one up, too.
Anyone remember a very old Discovery channel type program which showed this: monkey lifts up rock, looks underneath, spies snake, drops rock and faints dead away. Monkey revives, shakily stands back up, returns to the rock, lifts it up, spies the same snake a second time then faints dead away… again? That’s me. I am convinced that exposure to something which startles or disgusts me will lessen its power over me.
I have nearly conquered the leech thing. At this point the only thing left on the planet that frightens me walks on two legs. Hand me the net, the noose, or the snare, boys- I’m goin’ in.