The daily prompt talks about fear, and knows what mine is.
Spiders. Any eight-legged creature makes itself known, and I’m not above calling for my dad, often referred to as the ‘Arachnid Exterminator’. I loathe them. I’ve never stopped to pinpoint why, or how, but it’s comforting that my fear is a generic one. My fears aren’t something I want to be unique – I can easily explain it away as just one of those things. I even fear the tiny money spider, though I’ve seen more than one and they’ve never come bearing money, so that might be why – I have bills to pay sometimes.
Vegetable peelers also top the list. I know this probably contradicts my above statement of being unique, but I just can’t use them. They make me paranoid, for reasons I won’t discuss. Any time it looks like I might have to use one I busy myself elsewhere and hope one day they’ll invent an electric version where I won’t need to do a thing. Has that been done already?
I think that’s about it, on the fear front. Fearing too much seems like a way to reduce the interest in life.