ANY bug that is bigger than my nails scare the living sh*t outta me.
Cockroaches are scary when i find one just sitting in the corner of my room, then when I go to get the swatter or the spray, it's gone.......ooooooh.
I really, REALLY hate the ones that fly.
I was about to swat one, then all of a sudden it flew into my face! I screamed like a girl.
Another thing is, i hate spiders. Not Daddy Long legs or anything. Those really big, hariy, thick ones. We had a couple in our house:
I think i was 8, and i was going upstairs, and up on the ceiling was one of those bird-catcher (forgot the name) spiders, and i ran back down to get mum. She got a chair, and sprayed some crap on it, then it fell down to the carpet. Our house back then had brown carpet, and this thing was brown, so it was CAMOFLAUGED! We saw it, smashed at the floor, then it was gone. We saw it again, I killed some of my toys, but we beat it!
There was a second one in the bathroom, but it was next to the toilet, so i flushed it down.
Hehehe.
I have this thing now where everytime i kill a bug, i flush it down the toilet, so that i KNOW it's gone, and it's not gonna come back to life in the bin and come back to get me.
My sister said to me a while back that all the bugs i flush down the toilet (i have flushed down HEAPS) will one day come back as undead bugs. I'm imagining this whole crowd of bugs at the other end of the drain: when a new bug is flushed down, the ones down there just say "Steve?" and the flushed bug goes "yep" and they're all shaking their fists at me.
Well, if you haven't guessed by now, I hate bugs. Little ladybeetles are fine, and those little cute ones are fine, but the pests are........*shudders*
I also hate heights when i have to jump them, or slide down steep things. But if there's a railing or somthing, and i'm just standing there, i'm fine.
One other weird thing is that when i was in bed, i heard bird chirps.......in the walls.
I went up to the wall, and sure enough, there was a bird caught in there or something. There are holes in the roff where birds and stuff can get it. Our house is brick veneer, not full brick, so the walls are hollow (but they have insulation in them), so i think the bird fell down the gap in the walls, and got stuck.
ANOTHER weird thing happened only a few weeks ago. On sunday morning, mum wakes me up and says theres a dead cat in the back yard. I got a bit freaked. Had our dog attacked out neighbours cat? Oh sh*t. I go outside. Thankfully, it WASN'T our neightbours cat, but some small grey one. There were no bite marks on it, so thank god, our dog didn't kill it (he's a wuss, and he's a german shepherd too!). My dad and I had to dig a whole and bury it. When the hole was deep enough, i got the shovel, picked up the cat (it was scarily stiff), and chucked it in the whole. But since the whole wasn't wide enough, the cat just rolled around and turned upward, looking at us. I yelled out and dropped the shovel. Dad laughed. So we buried it.
The next week, i went outside and realised that our dog had DUG UP the cat. It was still there, but it was half covered in dirt. I was freaked. So i uickly shoveled more dirt on it, and ran back inside.
So, I'm freaked about bugs, heights, and dead things.
Thats it from me.....
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