The list of friends that I’m sharing my cottage with needs to be updated.
There is no longer a bat living here (which is good, because seriously. Rabies is a terrifying and *stable* disease, that *eats your brain*. No megusta.) however, it has been replaced with fuzzy caterpillars.
On the surface, this may seem like an upgrade. It. Is. Not.
I *hate* fuzzy caterpillars, due to a rather scarring incident when I was a small child, and I caught somewhere around 15 fuzzy caterpillars, brought them into the house, and did not secure them with…any form of lid, really. Naturally, they escaped, and I had phantom nightmares of fuzzy caterpillars in my bed for the next several *months* because we never freaking found the fuckers.
So now I avoid them whenever possible, which is difficult when they are my *room-mates*.
I do not appreciate them. I want them to go outside, and live happily in trees, or wherever it is that fuzzy caterpillars live when they are not sharing living space with *me*.
This being said…I am about to embark on a multi-month camping trip. It is highly likely that I should use this as a chance to condition myself out of this phobia.
I don’t think I will though. *shudder*.