Well, aside from the obvious stuff like my kids, husband or mother getting seriously injured or – heaven forbid – killed, there are a few things that absolutely scare the bejeezus out of me.
Spiders scare the shit out of me. When I was little, my sister was bitten by one, and had an allergic reaction. She swelled up to three times her normal size, and when my mom called the doctor, he didn’t believe her. So, she threw us both into the car and drove to the doc’s office, bursting in on him and a patient. We were informed that had she been 5 minutes longer in arriving at the office, my sister could have died. The only spiders that I’m not afraid of are Daddy Longlegs, and they are fine in my book since they are not venomous and eat other spiders. (I researched the story that they are poisonous but are unable to bite humans, and found out that is strictly a myth!)
Millipedes/centipedes don’t so much scare me as they freak me out. Sorry, but anything that resembles a worm with battle armor has no business having legs!
Cockroaches are beyond disgusting. Not only are they an indication that either you – or if you live in an apartment, your neighbor – live in a pig sty, but they also must have been beamed here from another planet by aliens. I have been able to find no other reason that they are so hard to kill.
And – this one is new – apparently I’m afraid of dying. I have no idea why, but a couple of times recently, I’ve had these mini-panic attacks that are like 10 seconds long that I’ve died and am a ghost visiting my family, or that I’m dreaming that I’m alive. I know – it’s wicked weird, and I have no idea where they come from. Good thing I have an appointment with my therapist on Monday!