Monday, October 20, 2014

My Biggest Fear

Brace yourselves for this one guys.

This isn't going to be some big, deep "I'm scared of being alone" kind of fear. This is a legitimate "scream like a child who is getting its first shots" fear. 

My biggest fear in life... is ladybugs.


Yes. Those little "innocent" looking fellas. To be perfectly honest, looking up a picture for that just gave me the heebeegeebees. 

I would like to take a minute to explain this, though. So y'all don't think I'm actually just a total weirdo. Although, that wouldn't be a totally false assumption about me. 

But anyways... The ladybug fear. It's a real thing. And it all started when I was much younger. Back in the day, the whole extended family would get together for Thanksgiving in Toccoa. And with that came the children running around the house doing whatever we possibly could to entertain ourselves. That often meant going up to the attic to play games. Things also found in that attic: dead ladybugs. You know how when it gets cold, somehow all the world's ladybugs decide that your home will be their final resting place? Yeah. That would happen. And my lovely male cousins always found great joy in grabbing handfuls of the dead ladybugs and throwing them at me.

Things that have scarred me for life? That. 

So now, I have a completely irrational fear of ladybugs-- dead or alive for that matter. 

Yuck. I'm done here. I can't talk about ladybugs anymore. 

Helene in Between Blogtober

xoxo, jgp

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