How to freak me out!
I like to think of myself as a calm, together kinda woman – years of being a journalist (I like to tell myself) hardened me to the little phobias and fears afflicting the everyday person.
I loved heights (soaring over Noosa in a motorised hang-glider taking photos while being held aboard by only a seatbelt worried me none), had faced down crims (being threatened outside a courthouse by a convicted felon as I took his photo barely raised my heart-rate), and adored each and every adrenaline-charged job my sadistic editor could think of to send me on. Fire-walking, mad-cat lady encounters, hideous long-winded political interviews… I even managed to hide my fear of snakes, after encountering a massive albino python while interviewing Steve Irwin at Australia Zoo.
But there was one thing that no-one knew about. A thing guaranteed to send me cowering into the nearest corner, a quivering, quailing mess. And I am going to share that one thing with you here, today, just to get it off my chest. Maybe even somehow come to terms with it. Maybe. Cause I have kids now, and I cannot pass along to them my ridiculous, wussy, lily-livered fear.
(Deep breath) so here it is. I saw one here at Granite Glen just the other day. And I freaked….
Aaaaaarrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I’ll get back to you when I can breath again…
BB
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*Shudder*
It’s the beady little eyes that do it. And the wicked ears. And the evil nose. And they look so much worse, wet. YUCK!
Sorry, I’m not really helping am I?
I’d stick to hang gliding. They can’t get you there.
Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)
Gee thanks a… glad to know I am amongst friends (and fellow rat-despisers!)… can see I don’t need to press the point with you!
Anyone else?? I need a rat lover to help me see the appealing side so I can at least bear to look at them… anyone?
BB
debby
He looks like our muskrats here. They are cute and I could watch them for hours.
However, if he is a actual, factual RAT, why, they ARE scary. I remember being at a friend’s farm on night. The chickens began to raise a fuss in the coop, so we took a flashlight and went out to make sure they were okay. And we got inside the coop with the fussing chickens, and couldn’t see a thing. Until we pointed our flashlights UP, and two rats went scurrying over our heads. We shrieked our heads off. By the time her brother arrived on the scene with his gun, they were gone.
My take? Outside rats? part of nature. Rats inside any building that I am in? SHRIEK!!!!
debby
BB?
Looking at the pictures againg, something struck me. His head looks like a goanna’s…with fur on.
Gulp.
This is not Gerard in disguise, right?
Pencil Writer
Rats! I don’t like ’em either. And, to top it all off, my daughter and her family live downstairs from her sister-in-law and husband . . . SIL raises–I find it difficult to discuss–hairless (didn’t know they had such thing) but yes, HAIRLESS RATS. (Cring, shudder, eeeeekkkk!) Strangely, I don’t mind their little cousins, mice–same daughter raised them for a time, science project and all. But rats . . . the just seem inherently wicked and evil for some reason. They are super intelligent, and survivable! Even atomic bomb explosions, I’ve read–kind of like cockroaches–another evil creature sub-species, to me. Anyway, now that your fears are fully assuaged (grimace) . . . got cats? Maybe should get cats. Do goanna’s do harm to cats? Hmmmmm. And, yet, God loves ALL His creatures. Double hmmmmmmm. Have a great day, Bush Babe, and try not to think about it!