Well, staring me in the face when I opened the door was the one thing I have a phobia of: a roach.
Put me in a pit full of snakes, rats, centipedes, whatever other creepy freaky things you can think of that scare people, I won't flinch. I'll probably find something good or interesting to say about them.
Put me in the presence of a roach and I have to fight the urge to scream and run like a little girl. It's an ingrained reaction to section 8 housing we had to live in when I was a little girl- the things were so big they'd move the furniture around at night just to toy with us. They didn't wait politely until after dark to swarm all over, they just did as they pleased. We were in a duplex with filthy people, and we'd bug bomb until the place was toxic, and they would just go over to the other half of the house until they saw our car, then they knew thye could come back over for a party.
I digress...
I fearlessly trod upon the little booger's back so that I could deliver my sweet chick to her momma- thank God I wore shoes! Momma looked confused as she lifted for the prize. The little chick tried to nuzzle my hand and then found a wing nearby...and dove in! One of the other chicks watched from the other wing and waited patiently to see what was going on at this hour.
I waited for a minute to see if any other reaction would occur. Nope. Boring! Best I could hope for.
I stood 20 feet away, armed with my baby monitor. Boring. Chatter among the older birds, wondering why Big-Pink-Featherless-Treat-Bringing-Hen came in and left in in the middle of sleepytime.
Isn't a lack of drama nice?!?!?
Let's all hope it's as boring when I go in the coop and turn on the light in the morning!