No, I’m not talking about those wily, technology savvy spirits who poke through the television as in the horror movie classic, Poltergeist. I’m talking about something way worse…a million times more frightening and horrific. I’m talking about caterpillars, people. They’re in, and my sanity is out.
Surely one of the “World’s Dumbest Fears” (right up there with Pogonophobia, or fear of beards), I developed this absurd phobia when I was around six years old, the year of the “Plague” on all of the houses of upstate New York. That summer I lost my innocence (not THAT innocence) as the Gypsy Moth variety of caterpillar descended upon us with a vengeance like the wrath of locusts in Egypt. I remember stepping out of my house to play in the sun, when suddenly I was turned into a gruesome victim a la “When Animals Attack,” and half a dozen squirming, hairy, pulsating ‘pillars began to make their way up my legs at an alarming speed (well, OK, in reality you needed a time-lapse camera to see their actual movement, but that’s what it seemed like “in my head”). I immediately began flailing around like an ape on crack and ran into the house. I never went outdoors during caterpillar season again.
But seriously, folks, it was bad! Their mass munching in the trees could be heard all around…their droppings sounded like a hail storm…they made hideous carpets across driveways; neighbors were sweeping them away with brooms. All of this formed in my young brain a serious phobia that persists today and gives me an animal-like radar for sensing when one is in my presence, even if miles away.
A year later, in the second grade, my school decided to add torture to the curriculum. We were each given a clear film canister complete with green mush and a baby caterpillar and had to track its growth into a hideous beast and then a ‘beautiful butterfly’…Yay! (FYI: butterflies are NOT beautiful. They are caterpillars with wings). The experiment almost gave me a nervous breakdown and probably started my path towards later neurotica. Luckily I met a girl who was equally scared and we became fast friends. Unluckily, at seven she was too “smart” for her own good and told me we had caterpillars living in our arms (she had misunderstood the word capillary). We started punching our arms at recess and came home with bruises.
But I’m not seven anymore, and in my mid-thirties, it's no longer acceptable to scream annoyingly and jump around spastically just because a caterpillar is inching its way across the neighbor’s lawn three doors down. As my brother once sneered, “It’s not like it’s going to catch you.” Still, what can I do? I don’t want to waste my already ridiculously expensive therapy sessions overcoming this phobia when there is so much more to ‘work through’! And I don’t think I can succumb to the shock treatment my brother once recommended (being tied up in a chair while he pelts them at me). Plus I am an “outdoors girl” now. It doesn’t fit my profile.
Yet as I rode my bike recently on the local bike trail, my radar was on red alert, as gauzy sacks laden with larvae threatened to burst open from the trees above and shower down on me as I sped by. Should I resort to cycling and hiking in a full body net? I don’t have the answer to that yet. All I know is…don’t be surprised if you don’t see me till mid-July.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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Maybe they came to NY to steal a galaxy, like in Men In Black... or maybe they are starting a war against our planet, like in Starship Troopers. But if so many films have given "clues" about their evil intentions, that could mean that you are right and they are the ENEMY.
ReplyDeleteI would fight this phobia killing caterpillars.
I'm by no means scared of caterpillars, but I can see how a phobia could be born from what we experienced during that plague. It was bad. BUT, if you think about it, those caterpillars were just misunderstood. Yes, there were TONS of them. But you also have to put it in perspective. This was the late 70's early 80's, they were just having a tremendous amount of unprotected caterpillar sex. I mean, thats what we were ALL doing back then. Well, not me personally since I was like 4 (I wasnt doing that till about 6). It was the summer of sex and they were havin it. Lots of it. Hot hairy caterpiller sex. Also, they have the word 'cat' in their name. And anybody with a soul knows that cats are super cute. So really they were just cute, free spirited hippie (they hugged trees) creatures just loving life spreading their seed. Until we killed them all. With poison and fire. Now, why we didn't do that with actual hippies I'll never understand. Oh well.
ReplyDeleteI completely understand where you’re coming from on this one…I probably still wouldn’t be able to sleep!
ReplyDeleteI have this insane fear of bees and just thinking about them now makes me want to crawl under my desk with a swatter (not that I’d even have the guts to swat a bee). Part of my explanation of why I’m so scared is because I’ve never been stung by one and it’s my goal in life to never ever have to face that pain, but also because a swarm of them decided to take a shower with me one day. I must have been about 10 years old and I was at my summer house on Long Island. My cousins and I had just come back from the beach and we always used to race to see who would take a shower first (I’d always win, obviously) but it didn’t work to my advantage. I was singing to my favorite Ace of Base song (I don’t actually remember this, but I probably was) and all of a sudden I heard a buzzing sound. That buzzing sound began to multiply and the next thing I knew I was surrounded by them. I just began screaming like a mad woman, grabbed a towel and ran. My grandmother thought I was crazy because this woman can kill bees with her hands (I’ve seen it with my own eyes).
Because of this incident, I can’t listen to a fly buzz or any other insect for that matter. I will flinch out of my seat or just wave my arms around my head like I was crazy. Plus, have you seen what happened to poor Macaulay Culkin in My Girl ?!
OMG Pam, that's scary! I've never been stung either and also FAHREAK out around bees cause I don't want to face the pain and possible unmasking of unknown allergy that would give me anaphylactic shock and death (I'm a not so secret hypochondriac). On another note (no pun intended), I now cannot stop singing "I Saw the Sign." Was that Ace of Base?! "Life is demanding...Without understanding."
ReplyDeleteCaterpillars don't bother me, butterflies either (neither?). I make agreements with spiders not to invade my privacy and I'll carefully escort them out of my house. Cockroaches, however, must die. Bees are OK if they do their bee thing and leave me alone (wouldn't the planet disappear if the bees did? or something?).
ReplyDeleteI do, however, know what happened to Macaulay Culkin in "My Girl," and I believe that's exactly what I was thinking about last year when I was attacked by a swarm of bees while visiting California. I just walked by and saw them and carried on walking and next thing you know they were on me, in my hair (which, if you know my hair, then you know is like velcro). I did the exact opposite of what you're supposed to do, and what Pam and Amy have done with their respective feared insects: I panicked and started flailing about like a madwoman.
I was in a hospital parking lot -- on my own, mind you -- and just started running for the car, while screaming "BEES! BEES!" and all the while swatting at my own head of hair. On the way to my car, I passed another, which was occupied by two women, one the other's elderly mother. The windows were down and they appeared to be waiting for someone while enjoying the summery weather of the spring day. I can only imagine what they thought when their quiet environs were suddenly interrupted by this crazy person screaming "HELP! HELP! What do you do for BEES!?!?" in their general direction. As the automatic windows slowly went up, I became Cujo clawing at the car: "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO HELP ME?!" I frothed.
Once her mother was safely protected behind tinted Volvo glass, the woman got out of her car and calmly said to me, "I'm going to help you". Quivering chin aside, I stood very still as she gently coaxed bees out of my now-whipped-into-a-frenzy hair and then quietly said, "You should probably just go now. They seem to be following you." Without even turning back I made a, er, beeline for the car, shut myself in, listened for buzzing, shook my head again for good measure, shuddered, and drove on.
I have no idea what prompted the attack, unless they had all just decided "Next one who even looks over here is getting it" or I was especially floral that day or what, but I didn't get stung so still don't know if I have that allergy. Thank you, calm Volvo-driving woman, wherever you are. I'm pretty sure there aren't any more bees in my hair.
"Anybody want to try eating bees"? That's what our tour guide asked us whilst taking a trek in the woods somewhere in Mexico. Whose hand shot up in the air? My 'ok, i'll try something dumb' husband's hand.. The tour guide scooped some out of a nest and said, "eat them quick before they wake up"... and he did...now,I don't recommend eating your worst phobia..but take it from Bill, they taste "kinda minty" :)
ReplyDeleteYou should be nice to bees, and definitely don't eat them. They are very good for the ecosystem.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I've been stung by both bee and wasp so I'm not too scared of them. I try to practise 'Ahimsa', non-violence to all living things, but I make the odd exception for mosquitoes. Wasps and cockroaches are pretty nasty, but mosquitoes take the biscuit. Not only do they make that whineing sound right in your ear, but their bites itch like hell and as a bonus they can give you malaria or some other life-threatening disease.
But as for phobias...I wish I had something interesting to add, like an irrational fear of woodlice, but I just have a mild dislike of frogs and a normal, rational fear of snakes. Centipedes are pretty nasty. I saw a huge bright red one in Vietnam which I later discovered was hugely poisonous. Luckily I didn't try to pet it or anything. That same day I saw some pretty funky spiky-haired caterpillars that you might've enjoyed Amy.
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oh...wait a minute...that belongs near the last entry now doesn't it? Ah, screw it. I've decided that my crap.com entries are fair game until the real site launches. Oops, I crapped my pants!