20 Oct 2009, Posted by Kelly in Blog,Plog, 0 Comments

My Biggest Fear

Know that if you read any further you are agreeing to never show me one of these, real OR fake. I do not want a book with a picture shown to me. I do not want to have any jokes made about this. NOTHING! Got it?

Besides myself or someone in my family/friends getting hurt or dying, this is my biggest fear. You can laugh to yourself all you want, but after reading this paragraph, you agree to not make fun. Putting my fear out like this is kinda hard to do, because I know all my smart ass friends will have a ton of things to say. Well, say it in your head and get over it.

I have no idea why I am afraid of what I am afraid of.

No, I do not have any childhood memories of one of these scaring me.

I just think they are utter disgusting and I am deathly afraid of them.

Every time I see one I feel as though I’m going to throw up. No joke. It’s not a good feeling.

Whether they belong in a tree, pond, pre-legs, whatever stage of life. I don’t care. Frogs are gross. Just the word freaks me out.

Ever since I can remember, when I walk to the front door, I stomp. Why? To scare the frogs away. They are horrible things that should just disappear. Forever. Horrible, gross THINGS.

Why do I bring this up tonight?

I always have Jeff go to the door first at night. I figure they will hop away from him, so then I should be in the clear. Not so much. It never happens, so I just learn.

Tonight while getting out of the car, I noticed a frog on the front door the size of my fist. I was back about 20 feet away from the door and I didn’t ever get any closer. Gross. Jeff went to open the door so he could go in and open the garage. Well, opening the door meant that the disgusting thing on the door may hop inside. After screaming and freaking out at 11PM, while the neighbors are outside probably wondering what in the world is going on, Jeff started to throw things at the door in hopes that the thing will hop away. But NO! It was asleep!

Sticks, dirt, soil, Mountain Dew. Everything was thrown at the door. So then, Jeff used a spoon and it fell, which completely grossed me out seeing it all open and it’s gross legs and body flying everywhere. (Please remember, I am still standing by the car, at least 20 feet away.)

I’m then screaming at Jeff to hurry up and open the garage. Well the image started sinking into my head and as I was waiting on the garage to open, I freaked. The tears started flowing and I felt like I needed to wash myself just thinking about this horrible, disgusting thing that was attached to my house.

So there you go. That’s my fear. And yes, this has happened more than once. I had one hop on my foot a year or two ago. Talk about a panic attack. Holy crap, it was a night from hell.

This is why I don’t like being out after dark. I also don’t like rainy nights. Ugh!