I have a frog phobia. Maybe that's why I like Nero - a boy squeamish toward a toad? My hero! :wub:
Seriously though, I dunno why I'm so afraid of frogs. I used to love playing with tadpoles when I was a kid...oh wait, now I remember. It's because the buggers suddenly come out of nowhere at night like a swarm, and my dad stepped on one in the dark. Its guts went bleah right out its behind, and I think I heard it, and ever since I've been petrified to step on one. I mean their gross enough as it is.
Not to mention that they somehow managed to get into our old house. I was lying on the floor on my side one night watching TV with my family, and felt an itch on my back. I reached behind me to scratch it, and gave this huge ass frog a good rub or two with my fingers before I bolted up screaming like death was coming for me. I wish I could remember the looks on everyone's faces, because my explosion was so sudden and so LOUD, and I think I practically jumped across the room. I think I gave everyone a pretty big scare. But geeze, I was lightheaded because I was so petrified, and I didn't calm down until my dad removed the thing from our house. And ever since I slept with a towel underneath my door to keep the little things from coming into my room.
I also had a face off with a bull frog one night. I was alone at home because my MIL and her boyfriend were off visiting family, and my BF at the time was overseas. My friend dropped me off at 9pm and as I walked up to the front gate, I heard this sssshhhhlp, sssshhhhlp, sssshhhlp sound (and I swear that is exactly the sound it made when it moved). I was O_O WTF is that? I remember being wary and quiet and trying to be quick because it was dark, I was alone, and I was scared of getting mugged by ******* - well it's South Africa, you're not safe until your behind the safety of the bars you've built around your house. And then the sensor light turned on and there was this HUGE FROG jumping toward me. Not even jumping. It was dragging itself. RIGHT TOWARD ME. I wanted to scream for my friend to come back and save me, I was sooooooo scared. So I managed to get into the house and lock all the doors and gates before this thing could get me, and I secured the place with, yep, towels under the doors. And I had my trusted broom with me just incase that thing managed to somehow get into the house.
I also nearly killed my BF when we were going up the stairs to his house one night and I spotted a frog on the same step I was on and jumped into my BF's arms with a shriek without warning. He thought it was funny. Until he realised he had to carry me up and down the stairs at night ever since.
Froggy phobia, it'd figure I'd be afraid of something that can't actually hurt me. Now if it had been a phobia of snakes or spiders, yeah, but frogs? Ugh. WHY?
Oh, and this was the bull frog trying to assault me that night:
I think it was only slightly smaller than that one, because it was HUGE.
