Ah, Spring. My least favorite of all the seasons, because with the warm weather comes roommates insisting on having the window open, and with open windows come nesting wasps.
There is nothing on this green Earth I am more afraid of than stinging insects, and wasps are the worst. When I see them, I can't breathe, I can't think, I can barely move. It makes me want to vomit when I see them, I'm so scared.
It's not that I'm allergic to them, or even that I can remember being stung by one before. But if you had to make me guess, I'd say my fear stems from the time my Dad got his hands on a dead two-inch-long Japanese Hornet and put it in my bed when I was 12. Oh Dad, such a great prankster.
So, Escapists, my question is: what is it you fear more than anything else? What is it that incapacitates you with fear?
There is nothing on this green Earth I am more afraid of than stinging insects, and wasps are the worst. When I see them, I can't breathe, I can't think, I can barely move. It makes me want to vomit when I see them, I'm so scared.
It's not that I'm allergic to them, or even that I can remember being stung by one before. But if you had to make me guess, I'd say my fear stems from the time my Dad got his hands on a dead two-inch-long Japanese Hornet and put it in my bed when I was 12. Oh Dad, such a great prankster.
So, Escapists, my question is: what is it you fear more than anything else? What is it that incapacitates you with fear?