The campground where my family tented last week did not have flush toilets, just a smelly outhouse. The girls preferred to pee on the grass, lifting up their dresses the way Mary and Laura did on the prairie. I, however, breathed through my mouth and endured the stench. I was always quick inside the outhouse for the obvious reason, but also because, even though it is completely ridiculous, I was concerned that something would bite my butt. What kind of awful creature would live down in a sewer pit and prey on butts? My sister-in-law Jeannette said it was probably a phobia of sorts. I couldn't find a "fear of being bitten on the butt by creepy, crawly things" but I did find some amusing phobias on the list...
Blennophobia- Fear of slime
Bogyphobia-Fear of bogeys or the bogeyman
Bromidrosiphobia or Bromidrophobia- Fear of body smells
Consecotaleophobia- Fear of chopsticks
Helminthophobia- Fear of being infested with worms
Homilophobia- Fear of sermons
Metrophobia- Fear or hatred of poetry
Pentheraphobia- Fear of mother-in-law
Phobophobia- Fear of phobias
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3 comments:
You're just afraid of little bugs?!! The jazzy, jazzy juniors told the bratty, baby brownies at Girl Scout camp that there was a convict out on the run that hid in the latreens and grabbed people's butts. Talk about a phobia.
No, I was not worried about the little bugs (actually there was a big spider that lived in the outhouse that ate the litte bugs). I was worried about a big, big snake the size of Nagimi that might be living in the sewage that liked to bite butts.
You and I are in the same boat. I remember being afraid of the outhouse at my grandparents (afraid of what might be there and afraid the floorboards would break and I would fall in)
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