a. FROGS—I haven’t had any traumatic experiences with these but they probably are as scary as my #1 & 2 which I will get to on my next post. Don’t know why. They just are nast and I can’t look at them because they gross me out. I guess I have no legit reason except they freak me out.
b. LIZARDS—EW. That is all. For some reason I have these frequently occurring nightmares about lizards. They usually are running around all over the floors, crawling up my legs. My recent nightmare consisted of my dad throwing one on me and it crawling up my neck and being stuck there while I freak out in pure terror. Then I wake up and think it’s still there. AHH it’s the worst.
RODENTS—these include but are not limited to: mice, gerbils, hamsters, etc.)
a. 2 stories--#1-Back in the day when I was super brave and gerbils were cool and everyone had them, I made my mom buy me a gerbil. Big mistake. At first it was fun, you know, getting woken up by some freak noise and then realizing it’s your gerbil taking a 3 am run on its wheel; having it escape in the night not knowing and then have your mom storm in, flip on the lights and throw the gerbil on you while asleep, resulting in the gerbil running free under my bed and me being scared for my life. So many great memories. At some point we had 2 gerbils, you know to give it a friend. Seriously? Well of course it was a boy and girl and of course they wanted babies. My favorite memory was when we were desperate to get rid of them and my dad put the cage (with them in it) outside in the snow overnight. What’s even better is that the next day he brought them in and they were still alive! Shivering, fighting for their lives. They just wouldn’t die. So we gave them to our neighbors finally and made them deal with the delivery of the baby gerbs. Never again. #2-I attended a ward Christmas party expecting fun, laughter, and cheer. To my surprise I walked out of there with hatred, tears, and thoughts of revenge. I participated in a white elephant exchange. Fun right? Wrong. It was my turn. I chose one that said “fragile, do not shake.” Not gonna lie, I was very interested. I began opening and immediately stopped when I saw a familiar sign of death: the top of a cage. I knew it was an animal and I was not willing to find out what. So I put it down forcing my roomy to finish the unveiling. It was just 2 mice. NBD. I ran out of the room trying to calm down after putting my life in critical danger. Never again will I be curious about fragile packages.
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