Can't think of any specific thing that scares me. Heights maybe when I don't have control, like big dippers and you are relying on the mechanical bits keeping you on the tracks when doing whatever Gs. Not my idea of fun. Not scared of dying but am scared of being cabbaged and immobile and not being able to tell the doctors to let me go. Told my kids often enough if I'm ****ed to turn off the machines, as I will be bored ****less even if they try to entertain me with what has happened while I'm lying there fecked. As others have said being buried alive would have been one or burnt alive. FFS! can you imagine waking up inside the crematorium as the burners kicked in. hahaha But! I'm "really" leaving my body to science haven't sorted it yet, but should do so soon I suppose and get the paperwork sorted. I have looked into it and it seems I will have to go to Newcastle in the end, as that is the only place in the NE! **** it, if I have to go there at least I'll be dead. Plus they will be calling in everybody to look at me to exclaim. "****ing hell those Mackems have huge cocks!"
Have you read the recent news-story about the spider that burrowed into some blokes stomach then proceeded to travel up into his chest (happened In Australia iirc) - that gave me the heebeegeebees
See, that's another reason I'm not off to Oz. Spiders that crawl into your stomach and travel to your chest live in Oz. Oh you can run away from the spiders, but you'll run into a crocodile, a shark or a snake that will all want to kill you as well.
I used to squash all the spiders in my house mate, then we started getting loads of other insects. I learned about the hobo spider, which usually the giant house spider takes care of, but if you kill all the house spiders the hobo spider can breed and they're nasty little bastards. The house spider never bites, you can push your finger on it's back and it never goes for you, even if it did it'd do you no harm. I'm trying to train my mind to accept them, it's a struggle. Nowt like the hairy bastards you'll see mind, if I ever emigrate I'll be sure to do a lot of spider research before I leave. I'm not living anywhere where they jump, **** sake, jumping spiders.
Not so much scared of but absolutely f*cking despise loft insulation. If I could find the c*nt who invented that I would shove a complete roll of it up his arse and feed him laxatives. Let the little barbs stick on his Plymouth Argyles on the way out. F*cking horrible horrible stuff.