*shivers* Ever since that fine spring day when I was 4 years old and I spotted a garter snake in the garden, I have been deathly afraid of these slithering monsters. And that one there is a black rat snake, which is probably the type I am most afraid of because once last summer one of those tried to get at my baby bunnies.
I don't mean *all* people scare me, but big groups of them do. It's kind of hard to explain, so allow me to share this comic which illustrates exactly what my fear of people can be like:
So basically, yeah.
Yeah, that may look peaceful and serene, but throw me in there and I can make your death look like an accident. This goes for the ocean, lakes, and even ponds. Pools don't bother me too much, but if I can't see the bottom, it freaks me out. And it's not because I can't swim, cause I definitely can and I like swimming. Once when I was about 11 years old, I was swimming in a lake at a state park with my friend, and she talked me into swimming farther out. "No need to worry," I told myself, "You have been swimming since you were old enough to walk, you know what you're doing. It will be fine." So we went out a little farther, and then a little farther. The water was getting colder as we began to tread in deeper water. Suddenly, I felt a huge, slimy, scaly object brush between my legs and I let out a horrendous shriek, thrashing in the water towards the shore as fast as my arms and legs would take me.
I could tell you stories of ocean incidents too, one of which involved a live jellyfish (one of the scariest moments of my entire existence).
So. No deep water for me, no sir.
Ok, I'm starting to creep myself out because we're getting to my top two scariest things. Here you have a centipede. It seems that every house we have ever lived in has been plagued with these servants of the devil. They move crazy fast, and they have way too many legs, and they show up where you least expect them to. Like the shower. Or the bathroom towel when you go to dry your hands. I had to get a drink of water once in the middle of the night, and there was a centipede right where the cups were, so I woke up my brother and made him kill it. The poor guy was half asleep, but he knows that I won't rest until that thing is dead. :)
And now, we have come to the number one scariest thing on my list...
Somebody kill that thing, please. I don't think I need to tell you why I am deathly afraid of spiders. It doesn't matter how big they are, if they bite or not, if they are fuzzy or smooth, if they are black, or brown, or white...... I hate them. And DON'T YOU DARE tell me they are good because they eat insects. People have tried that on me and I'm warning you, it doesn't work. No one will ever talk me out of fearing these creepy crawling things. *shivers*
So, I hope you have enjoyed my presentation on what scares me the most. Perhaps one or more of these things are on your "scary list"? What scares you the most?
Take care and steer clear of those spiders,