Hmm. This is a relatively traditional fear, but i am practically phobic about wasps. Bees, as well but especially wasps. And hornets. They fly too fast, and they STING YOU! Nothing gets me out of a room faster than a yellow and black striped flying stinging machine.
I once found one in my bathroom of all places, and the only reason I managed to sneak up on it with a plastic spider trap at arms length, trap it and get it out of the house, was because my Dad was away that weekend and couldn't do it for me. I couldn't spend all weekend being looked out of my own bathroom so I had to be BIG and BRAVE. VERY, VERY BRAVE. SERIOUSLY.
This next isn't so much a fear as squirming discomfort. I hate listening to unscripted interviews on the TV and radio. Chat shows especially, but also reality programs and game shows have me wriggling in embarresment on behalf of whoever is speaking. I guess I really, really don't like people to potentially make fools of themselves in public, and in things like that, it could always happen.
Conventions and the like, where the person has to speak at random about anything, are a mixture of squirming and relief when it's done. Pleasure and the like come afterwards when we are all cheering them at the end. (Huh. I wonder if this is "fear of public speaking by proxy" or something??).
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I once found one in my bathroom of all places, and the only reason I managed to sneak up on it with a plastic spider trap at arms length, trap it and get it out of the house, was because my Dad was away that weekend and couldn't do it for me. I couldn't spend all weekend being looked out of my own bathroom so I had to be BIG and BRAVE. VERY, VERY BRAVE. SERIOUSLY.
This next isn't so much a fear as squirming discomfort. I hate listening to unscripted interviews on the TV and radio. Chat shows especially, but also reality programs and game shows have me wriggling in embarresment on behalf of whoever is speaking. I guess I really, really don't like people to potentially make fools of themselves in public, and in things like that, it could always happen.
Conventions and the like, where the person has to speak at random about anything, are a mixture of squirming and relief when it's done. Pleasure and the like come afterwards when we are all cheering them at the end. (Huh. I wonder if this is "fear of public speaking by proxy" or something??).