My aunt had the same fears. She said squirrels were rats with tails. My dog loved squirrels. He'd chase them all day long - never caught one. They'd chirp at him from high in the tree. I swear they were laughing at him.
My biggie has always been acrophobia -- the fear of heights. I've battled it all my adult life and can now put it in my back pocket, but I still tighten up when I'm too close to the edge of a high drop.
Jaimie, you may not know this, but ordinary barnyard chickens used to be able to fly with the eagles. Then, along came mass production of eggs and a whole generation were bred from a rooster that had acrophobia. They've been afraid to fly ever since.
I used to write Tall Tales columns for a couple of suburban newspapers. Lots of fun. Especially when people thought they had actually happened. (Like the time I discovered oil in Sydney's western suburbs.)
Lol :)i know your licence to tell tall tales :) FYI Yin coming over this site :) I been trying be here more often than other site while people deciding and watching on it ...?if I can't be here when she gets here can you please help her.... I'd love her stay :) pole dancing :)
Mine is the incorrect use of punctuation. I mean, it's such a slippery slope because look at how it starts; one day we're simply tagging tildes at the bottom of our posts, the next thing you know, people are putting spaces after opening quotation marks, and then randomly placing ellipses throughout sentences. It's pure anarchy, madness, a moral lapse. I can't take too much more of this, come on, for cryin' out lout, it's got to stop somewhere! ~