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Okay. As I write this, I have about a 100-degree temperature, aching body, and wracking coughs. Nothing to be done about it, as my doctor just blames the "virus going around."
Yet, for the past ten minutes, I've been crawling around on my hands and knees in the basement trying to capture the cat and toss her outside into a driving rainstorm.
Why? Because our 300-pound, 73-year-old housekeeper (Who really only does laundry) is terrified of cats. I mean utterly. So she stood outside on our front porch in the rain waiting for me to evict a five-pound, sweet-tempered ball of fur.
Don't get me wrong. We love Mildred. After 10 years, she's practically family with us, and I really don't expect her to change. But I think this terror of cats is pretty darned funny. Why cats? She just can't explain.
So do you encounter another person's irrational terror? How do you work around it? Obviously, pitching the cat outside once a week in exchange for getting the laundry done is no biggie. But what about you guys?
The fear that gets me rolling are those afraid of itty bitty tiny little field mice. Darn thing couldn't hurt you if it tried, but every woman my father has ever married (including my mother) has been DEATHLY afraid of mice. And my father lives in the country. Mice happen.
My husband has to open cans of biscuts for me if he's home. That unexpected pop just scares the crap out of me. If he's not home- if someone was around to record my face while doing it, they'd probably become famous posting it on youtube. People would just laugh their butts off. Oh and I can't climb latters or stand bugs. My poor husband handles my quirks well. He doesn't really have any.
Well, my wife does have a pathological fear of cockroaches. If you live in the South, you're going to have them. But if one gets into the house, she immediately calls the exterminator in to create a new Zone of Death around the house.
But she can be reading a book and have the TV going, yet her infallible radar can detect a roach. It's pretty amazing stuff.
Okay. As I write this, I have about a 100-degree temperature, aching body, and wracking coughs. Nothing to be done about it, as my doctor just blames the "virus going around."
Yet, for the past ten minutes, I've been crawling around on my hands and knees in the basement trying to capture the cat and toss her outside into a driving rainstorm.
Why? Because our 300-pound, 73-year-old housekeeper (Who really only does laundry) is terrified of cats. I mean utterly. So she stood outside on our front porch in the rain waiting for me to evict a five-pound, sweet-tempered ball of fur.
Don't get me wrong. We love Mildred. After 10 years, she's practically family with us, and I really don't expect her to change. But I think this terror of cats is pretty darned funny. Why cats? She just can't explain.
So do you encounter another person's irrational terror? How do you work around it? Obviously, pitching the cat outside once a week in exchange for getting the laundry done is no biggie. But what about you guys?
Awww poor guy I hope you feel better soon
I'm deathly affraid of Tornado's but completely fascinated by them strange....but that's pretty much it...I wish I were scared of heights...might keep me from jumping out of planes and off bridges lol
Well, my wife does have a pathological fear of cockroaches. If you live in the South, you're going to have them. But if one gets into the house, she immediately calls the exterminator in to create a new Zone of Death around the house.
But she can be reading a book and have the TV going, yet her infallible radar can detect a roach. It's pretty amazing stuff.
LMAO, I can totally relate to your wife. I live in South TX and there are all kinds of bugs everywhere. I love my exterminator!
My husband has to open cans of biscuts for me if he's home. That unexpected pop just scares the crap out of me. If he's not home- if someone was around to record my face while doing it, they'd probably become famous posting it on youtube. People would just laugh their butts off. Oh and I can't climb latters or stand bugs. My poor husband handles my quirks well. He doesn't really have any.
LOL
Yeah, I don't open my own can of biscuits either! The anticipation gets me every time.
ha! ha! I hate that biscuit can-thing too!! My other fears:
roaches,
3-D movies,
holograms, viewmasters, kaleidescopes
stairs that are like slats, and you can see through them, like a fire escape. Or other surfaces you can see through when you walk on them, like piers and some bridges.
oh, and those basement entrance things restuarants have, you see them in cities like NYC, Philly, etc. I hate those!!
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Originally Posted by carlitasway
My husband has to open cans of biscuts for me if he's home. That unexpected pop just scares the crap out of me. If he's not home- if someone was around to record my face while doing it, they'd probably become famous posting it on youtube. People would just laugh their butts off. Oh and I can't climb latters or stand bugs. My poor husband handles my quirks well. He doesn't really have any.
My exterminator is crazy hot!!! His dad owns the company and wheewwww ........Hello? I think I see a cricket
Hahaha...Our exterminator is a guy named Jackie. He fancies himself a ladies man. Because I'm the one who's home and I'm a guy, he likes talking to me as he makes the round. He claims that, at least once a week, some lonely MILF gets the Premium treatment. He's always got some story along those lines.
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