Scavenger hunt:: October is coming
1So in the "scary month" what terrifies you. Could be something like cobwebs. Or could be drowning in my own vomit whilest in a plane going for the rapid descent method of landing.
I'm terrified of bees... And not as much but creeped the fuck out by weeping angel statues.
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Spider nightmare
My number one, heart attack inducing fear is....moths.
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@Lotsofgoats so long as I don't see them irl I'm ok. Because damn, they freak me out. I've owned snakes and rats and even a piranha, but I don't do moths. Shudder.
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@thismyusername @lotsofgoats Not cool! But still, not real, so I'm ok.
@sohmageek I suppose right now, this is what I should fear the most.
Weeping angels and spiders... Now that those are in my brain, I can think of nothing more terrifying. Think, think...
Burning. To death or to the point of needing serious scraping and skin grafts. I even freak out about minor burns.
(Actually, I'm allergic, so I get panicky around bees, too.)
Nothing. Irrational fears are illogical.
I LOVE the weeping angels but this little fucker is the stuff of my nightmares!
The movie came out the year I was born and I was always told it was the first movie they took me to in a theater. I always thought some subconscious part of my brain remembered it and was terrified since my brain couldn't yet process that he was the good guy. However, I was going through some old family pictures a few months ago and found this
Ok, that might explain my irrational fear...
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK????
@stardate820926 oh my Zod. No need for hours of therapy to explain that one!
@stardate820926 While this fear has not stuck with me, I will always have this memory from my elementary school days of being alone in the basement, playing the E.T. game on the Atari 2600 (somehow I was ignorant to just how poor it was), when the game glitched - some unintended graphical elements appeared - and for whatever reason it just scared the shit out of me. I wouldn't go into the basement alone for quite some time after that (which sucked, because the Commodore 64 was also down there, and I was happily learning C…).
This is an obscure one, but i'm terrified of deep ocean, like the kind of deep that just goes on forever and you don't know what could be there. I've been told it's called "thalassophobia"
@axleman1011 - Oh, man. I never think about that, but now I am too. I don't even like swimming in lakes if I can't see what's down there. Yikes!
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Ants. Just ants. I hate those bastards.
when i was about 5, i was scared to death of birds. seriously. they creeped me the fuck out. if there was one on the sidewalk, i would walk way the hell around it. no idea what that was about and i have no problems with birds today. and before anyone asks, no, i didn't watch "The Birds" when i was 5.
nowadays, i'm not really partial to spiders. if they're smaller than a nickel, they get caught and released. if they're near quarter size, they get caught or smooshed depending on how jumpy they are. anything half dollar size or larger, the heel of my boot. and if it looks even remotely poisonous, napalm.
before you extol the virtues of spiders, i'll let you know the spiders and i have come to an agreement for the most part. if they stay in their little corner and eat bugs, i'm good with it. if they come down and get all up in my grill, all bets are off.
true story: about 6 months ago, we were sleeping in bed. i felt something on my arm. i figured it was just the sheets being blown around by the fan so i just turned over. couple seconds later, i feel something again. i wake up a bit and just lay really still. then i feel i crawling up my left arm. i throw back the sheets and start flailing my arm around like this:
and then, i see a HUGE (it was actually just quarter size) spider on the bed. i yell "Jesus!" and jump out of bed. the spider makes a break for it and starts haulin' ass away from me and right towards my son. i grab Salman Rushdie's Satanic Verses and proceed to go whack-a-mole on it's ass. of course, this spreads spider guts all over the sheets. so, i have to move the boy anyway to change the sheets. in the process of moving him, he wakes up (it's around 2am) and won't go back to sleep. so i take him and the sheets downstairs and i have to sit there while he watched Curious George and finally goes back to sleep an hour later.
fuckin' spiders.
@carl669 Vacuum! I turn on the lights to freeze them, then run and grab the vacuum. I don't like to spray poison in the house, but sometimes I'll spritz a little into the vacuum to establish superiority.
@KDemo for the smaller ones that invade my space, the dog usually takes care of them. he sees them as some sort of play thing. so, he'll pick him up with his mouth and drop them. eventually, he'll end up killing it. then he looks at me with sad eyes wondering my his play toy isn't moving anymore.
@carl669 - Are you absolutely sure your dog isn't a cat?
@KDemo @carl669 That's what one of my cats does. He's the big, tough beast, yet he gets really upset when they die.
My timid, sweet little cat who wouldn't even let anyone but myself pet him for almost two years, he is a stone cold killer of bugs. He will come out of nowhere and engage in crazy acrobatics. And thankfully, always eat them.
@KDemo you tell me.
@carl669 Awww, pure puppy.
Except maybe a cat gave him its tongue?
@carl669 Years ago, when living in the Santa Cruz Mountains, we came across a tarantula-looking (wolf?) spider in the house. My son grabbed the spray and flocked him like a Christmas tree. That thing still lumbered away into the crevices of hell.
Terrifyingly conformist. Sheeple. Welcome to October.
@connorbush - Rest assured, I only have the scarf, and refuse anything pumpkin- related. Ugh.
@KDemo thank goodness
@connorbush I may or may not resemble more than 3 of those things together at one time... multiple times over the next several months.
The boots are like slippers you get to wear outside.
The leggings are ridiculously comfortable.
I'm lazy with my hair... a lot.
When you wear leggings and don't have a fantastic ass, the tunic length sweater or top is necessary.
I'm not a real ran of pumpkin spice - I prefer the apple cider and toasted marshmallow stuff...