So...My fears.

[thebritt]

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What are the other 2?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Gypsies, and Escalators.

 

[K9Carrie]

Oh now this is too funny!!! A place where we can tell someone else what we are afraid of, for me it is Ostriches....they scare the living daylights out of me. I don't even like driving by and seeing them in a field, it makes all my hair stand on edge.

I have been near them before and even fed some pellets to a few in a bucket and nothing awful happened but still I am terrified

 

[EmtheFishLady]

My brother is afraid of cows... But then, he's afraid of a lot. I'm really only afraid of those three things. It's odd, weird, whatever... but those are the only things that bother me. I'm a country girl, and I'll jump into a pen with just about anything...as long as it isn't a turkey. Or as my husband says, "A gypsy riding a turkey up an escalator"

 

[Reg]

Lions !!!

I just know if i was alone in a field with a Lion I would be nervous

 

[halfwaynowhere]

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I'm scared of both elevators and escalators. elevators are just scary. the escalator fear, I blame on an Itchy and Scratchy clip from an episode of the Simpsons.

 

[sunnychooks]

Fish. They creep me out.
Cold staring eyes. *shudder*
I don't like fish depts in pet stores.
I don't even like looking at them at the market behind glass.

 

[KimberlyJ]

My sister is afraid of.......................clowns.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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HAH! You'd hate my job then! My husband is afraid of the venomous fish, and always says I'm crazy for sticking my hands and arms near them.



Halfway, The escalator fear I got from childhood. My grandmother used to warn us they'd suck us in.

 

[biddyboo]

Okay, more true confessions...I am terrified of cicadas, those shiny green hard cased bugeyed creatures that crawl out of the ground in August into trees and screech and scream and...well, you get the picture. When I was a 13-year-old teen carhop at an A&W rootbeer stand, the cicadas would be attracted to the bright lights of the parking lot and fly like torpedos--often they'd zoom right into me and scare the wits out of me. One time I was so startled I tossed the tray of rootbeer mugs I was carrying right out of my hands and up in the air. Still today, a cicada or june bug (also hardcased zoomers) can reduce me to a jibbering idiot cringing for cover. In fact, when the june bugs come out in early spring I will not sit out on our back porch, a treat I will have been longing for all winter. Oh, dread! ~G