Topher wrote:Wasps. Can't stand the * things. Also things that fly and buzz when I can't verify that they're definitely not a wasp.
Same here, I've been stung 3 or 4 times by the *, unfortunately my fear for them has got so bad I can be a bit weary round Bees now, which is silly as Bees don't attack you unless you attack them.
Worst thing ever regarding wasps was in our bathroom once about twelve of them came in through the vent, I was absolutely petrified & wouldn't go back in there until they were all killed.
Nasty little things
SAV1OUR wrote:Waters become one now for me ever since the person above my flat left his tap running, I'm always double-checking the taps are off as I fear I could be as careless as him, but it's like locking the door or switching lights off, the everyday stuff your memory doesn't store all the time.
And yeah, wasps for me too.
I do with the front & back doors and again this is through personal experience, I woke up one morning in my house to find that my brother had left the front door open, not widely but still open, now considering that Ilford is a tip & that the area we live is rated by the Met Police as "high risk" for crime I was really pissed off, my brother just shrugged his shoulders & said "ah well". Since they I religiously check to see that the front & back doors are locked & if I'm the last one in I end up checking loads of times before leaving the house.
Bonanzoid wrote:I don't know if it's odd, but I can't stand lifts. They scare the shit out of me. If I'm in one (which is rare in itself) and someone jumps up and down as it's moving, I'll most likely punch them in the tits.
I'm a lot better with these now, if they have glass in them I'm perfectly fine, however again through a bad experience as a 5-6 year old I hated lifts for years, when the Docklands Light Railway first opened me & my family travelled down to the old (demolished) Island Gardens station & had a day out in the area, on our way back we took the lift up although loads of us were crammed in.
Unfortunately the old lifts on the DLR were shite, they had no door sensors & the doors opened & closed very quickly, I was at the back of the lift last one to get out when the doors started closing, I tried pulling the door open but as a 5 year old I couldn't stop them, luckily some old bloke saw what was happening & pulled the doors open. It took to my teens to be able to finally get back in a lift comfortably but I still don't like the ones you can't see out of, especially those small metallic silver ones you find in council estates in East London.
Not exactly a phobia but I hate rats (although Mice don't bother me at all) and not fantastic with heights, I'm ok crawling along but not standing up as I have shite balance.
Regards, Johnny 1989
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