That is crazy.

Glad you're okay.

I was not a happy Sorter.

In my rage/fear/attempting to drive without wrecking my car into a ditch doing 70+, the little bastard fell off my hand. Never did catch him. Part of me thinks he's just lurking in my car, waiting.

Completely illogical though.


Right?

That stuff doesn't work very well when you walk through a nest of them.

I looked down and saw hundreds of the little black dots covering my legs from the knees down once. If I could have shed my ****ing skin I gladly would have. Creeped me the hell out and I swore I felt them on me for days. One or two, ok, no big deal, but a couple hundred... **** a monkey, I'm out!

A local guy had to take one of his children to the hospital with over 50 of the little pin headed bastards all over his legs with countless other bites. It was a serious deal for at least a week with many of them so small they had gotten deep into the child's skin. Makes me want to mow everything and napalm the little bastards.

Ive never seen a tick in my life

This.

Also, if I saw hundreds of those ****ers on me, I'd probably lose it.

Heights. Not flying, flying is fine. Window seat is cool. On the other hand, I can't get within 10 feet of an office building window without freezing up.

hmmm.....so MOhillbilly's real name is Mongo.

Everyone has fear. Yours is apparently admitting you have fear.

Bees and Wasps. Also have a fear of heights (not counting mountains unless overlooking a cliff) and being in the ocean with a rip current.

I often have fears of runaway vehicles jumping the curb while I'm walking down the sidewalk with someone. Especially when I'm out walking with my daughter. I always have to make her walk on the inside, away from the street. Also do it when walking with a girlfriend. But I never really bother when I'm just walking by myself. Just when I'm walking with others.