This was the worst fear for me because people made fun of me for it. They used to say "LOL THERE'S ONE ON YOUR BACK" or "THERE'S ONE STUCK IN YOUR HAIR" and I'd end up bawling my eyes out on the ground or worse. I couldn't even go home sometimes because there were like 5 or 6 crawling in front of the Porch (legit I screamed at them and fucking paced around and cried and fucking like, sat there for an hour before my mom opened the door going "Y U NO COME IN"). I'm not THAT afraid of them anymore but it still fucks my shit up.
Like, "Going to have a mini breakdown and then cry for 7 minutes on the sidewalk before spotting a dead one next to your hand" kind of thing.
And it all started because one day in KDG I was spinning around on the Tarmac and then one landed on my arm as I turned to face it (Tunnel vision on the Ladybug on my arm close to my shoulder as the world is spinning). I saw like, a fucking face (But now I know that's just the way they look ._.) and you can guess what every kid does when they get scared shitless.
It's not even funny now though because my sister pretty much SCARRED me for life with her pranks.
I probably would have gotten over the fear too, but, it's because of the worst thing she could have ever done to me :| Once, when I was sleeping, she put a Ladybug Wing in my mouth before I woke up. I woke up, felt something thick-ish and flimsy in my mouth, CHEWED IT to see what it was, spit it out... and I don't even. I wasn't even
I don't even a word for it.
The ironic part about this is that those people who were making a scene about me being afraid of the
fucking beetles were afraid of Ants and Spiders and Bees and Worms (Earwigs even) all of which I considered incredibly harmless. You know, when everyone yells "BEE OMG RUN"? I FUCKING BROUGHT HONEY BEES FOR SHOW AND TELL IN KINDERGARTEN and everyone shit themselves around me :|