I am afraid of the following things...
Ophidiophobia=fear of snakes. I am deathly afraid of snakes. This fear comes from my mother, who is even more afraid of snakes that I am. Her fear comes from her older brother who threw snakes at her when she was a child. No one ever threw a snake at me, thank you very much. I would have a heart attack and fall dead on the ground if anyone ever threw a snake at me. I see them occasionally around my house. Friends tell me..."oh, snakes are good, they eat bugs and mice". Who gives a shit is what I say. Birds and my barn cat can take care of those problems for me. If I so much as see a snake its enough to send me running for the hills. Ick eew shudder. I hate snakes.
Ranidaphobia=fear of frogs. I acquired this fear as a child. One of my aunts has a huge old farm where the whole family would gather for a cookout every year around the fourth of July. On the property is a big old frog pond. I used to catch crayfish and frogs in that pond with all the other cousins every year, until that one fateful day when a younger male cousin caught the motherf*@%er of all frogs. That son of a bitch was H.U.G.E. and slimy. with huge bulging eyes. I, being a naive young child commented that it was a big scary frog. That freaking cousin chased me around the WHOLE DAY with that frog, even throwing it at me several times. Hence, my irrational fear of frogs was born.
Metamfiezomaiophobia=fear of mimes. I am sorry but mimes just freak me the hell out. Who the hell ever thought that this would be a good idea? Clowns don't bother me half as much, but mimes just scare me. I never realized that I even had this fear until I was an adult. I had seen mimes on TV, and always turned the channel... About ten years ago, the husband and I were invited to a Gala in Boston sponsored by the company my husband worked for. It was a fancy affair, with a dinner, entertainment, lodging, you get the drift. Well, the doors to the ballroom opened, and what was the room full of? You guessed it. Freaking mimes. At least twenty of them. I think I screamed. I spent most of the cocktail hour hiding behind my husband so that I wouldn't have to see them. That was one of the longest hours of my life.