I’ll admit it. I hate being the one at the back of the group in a cave. And it’s not because of blind cave crickets. It’s because of things that DON’T exist and never will, but my head is full of them anyway. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not afraid of the Dark. I’m afraid of what television told me is IN the Dark.
Hubris needed one of these:
I’m afraid of Zombies, Spiders, and deep water.
Well, if you gotta be afraid of something, that sounds ’bout right. I’m afraid of twisting my bike during a jump and landing wrong. I’m afraid of getting stuffed under something while in a river…. aaaaaand… Well, I SHOULD be afraid of poison ivy, but so far, I’m not bright enough to cultivate a proper fear.
Oh, and oceans. Hate them.
After spending time in Iraq and Afganistan, I fear/hate desert bugs.
Hairy Scorpions, Camel spiders.
It makes my skin crawl, just thinking about them.
If you’ve never seen one, take a minute and Google Camel spider.
The freakin things are HUGE.