There's something about anything mottled
that just flips. My. Sh*t. I literally can't even handle it; people with weird mutations or
distortions of the skin like bad, fresh
burns, multiple bites, cuts or sores concentrated in one area, numerous depressions in bits of
play-doh, bubbling rice as it boils, spider egg-sacks [the film Arachnophobia just screwed me up
, when they showed that bloody
egg-sack pulsating, throbbing, quivering
.], things rotting or fermenting when they get fuzzy and
bumpy-looking [like my tea when I leave it out my travel mug too long
] anything bubbling or mottled, I break out in gooseflesh and it makes me
want to claw all my skin of my body, that happens even thinking about it a lot.
Spiders are less of a fear and more of just a fiery, burning hatred. Can't stand the little buggers. Ladybugs up close unnerve me. KEEP
COCKROACHES THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, I HAD ENOUGH OF THAT BULL SH*T IN NIGERIA.
The dark, which ranges from "what the hell ever", to "hasten, hasten," to *running screaming towards the nearest source of light*. Dark water as
well, you're luck if you can get me in water much higher than my neck in any place else but a pool, but swamps or dirty creeks? LOL, Nope. And the
after dark??? You could not pay me all the money in the ENTIRE WORLD
to get me in the ocean after dark, the thought
of not being able to see what swimming about around my legs is TERRIFYING
and I wouldn't do it even under threat of death.