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... I have an allergy to wasp stings - which could kill me. I had a bad frightening experience with an earwig crawling in my mouth (don't ask...) as a child, and yet it is spiders that I am frightened of?
I can have a wasp land on my neck & stay relatively calm & cool (no point panicking - that would be daft), I can pick up an earwig no problem, yet show me a picture of a tarantula or have a harvest spider hover round me & I squeal like a stuck pig. Daft aren't they - irrational phobias.
I can have a wasp land on my neck & stay relatively calm & cool (no point panicking - that would be daft), I can pick up an earwig no problem, yet show me a picture of a tarantula or have a harvest spider hover round me & I squeal like a stuck pig. Daft aren't they - irrational phobias.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.My Dad used to pull the legs off daddy long legs and feed them to the spiders in the garden. Talk about encouraging the little bleeders to stay put! And my friend and I were also guilty of chopping worms in half to see which bit survived. Looking back now I can't believe I did such a thing eeurrghh!
I don't mind worms.
(Of the garden kind, not thread worms or anything like that... ugh).
I remember when I had my first baby, I was breastfeeding (did it for the first year) but had just started to introduce a few bland solids. I freaked out when I changed his nappy & thought he had worms. I blamed the dog & banned him from the house. I rang my health visitor in a panic - she patiently studied his barely-formed stools & declared "Have you been feeding him banana?". I had. Mashed banana in breast milk. I was a tad embarrassed. She just smiled indulgently.
(Of the garden kind, not thread worms or anything like that... ugh).
I remember when I had my first baby, I was breastfeeding (did it for the first year) but had just started to introduce a few bland solids. I freaked out when I changed his nappy & thought he had worms. I blamed the dog & banned him from the house. I rang my health visitor in a panic - she patiently studied his barely-formed stools & declared "Have you been feeding him banana?". I had. Mashed banana in breast milk. I was a tad embarrassed. She just smiled indulgently.