Insane And Irrational  Fears
The World is a scary, scary place.  Everyday you have to contend with the  fact that you could be beaten up, raped, mugged, murdered or hit by a bus.  Everybody is scared of these things,  no-one is immune.  In fact it's perfectly normal to have fears over this stuff, as well as things like guns, diseases, small people, etc...
What is most entertaining  though, are the irrational fears everybody has.  Fear of the dark even when in a locked  room for instance.  Or people who've  never even seen the sea being terrified of sharks.  And arachnophobia is so common it's pretty much weird if you're not shit scared of  spiders.
And  this is one of the great things that make people unique.   It's cute when you meet someone scared  of the dark, or of dogs, or of computers.  Of course it can also be terrifying when you meet a paranoid maniac who's convinced the CIA are watching him, but you know, everything works both  ways.  There's people who have to sit there and shout out "Hail Mary's" whilst on a plane ride, even though  they've flown loads of times before.  This is cool, it shows a unique side to a person, and at least lets you know if your friend is a complete pussy.
But  the best thing is the private and often utterly insane fears that people  have.  People scared of Marmite, or the monster under the bed.  Usually  these things don't crop up in your everyday life, but occasionally you lay awake  at night, thinking about them.  You sometimes wake up in a sweaty screaming mess to discover you were just dreaming of that one thing that totally terrifies you.
Now  as for me, I'm not too fond of freaky looking animals  By that I mean basically any animal with more than 4 legs and big freaky eyes.  And mandibles.  And claws.  Honestly, they're ugly and gross and send me into a spazzy freak-out whenever I see one.  Moths are bad.  If there's a moth in my bedroom I have  to kill it before I can sleep (letting it live means it might come back). Daddy-long-legs as well.  Apparently they contain enough poison to  kill a human, but their jaws aren't wide enough to bite through a human's skin.  Well '?m fucked if this daddy-long-legs buzzing around my head is going to turn out to be the one who's evolved big enough jaws, he's got to die as well.  Crabs are particularly shitty creatures, who manage to accumulate most of my pet hates about animals.  And especially since I saw one eating on The Blue Planet.  Crabs have got  these disgusting little claw/leg/pointer things outside their mouths they use  for eating, and watching it made me feel ill.
The list of freaky animals goes on and on:- lobster, crayfish, spiders (again),  locusts, preying-mantises, scorpions (I had the misfortune to be stung by a baby  scorpion and whilst it didn't really affect me it did hurt a lot), woodlice, grasshoppers.  I hate them, but I'm not necessarily afraid of them as most of them are rather easily  killed.
But  one freaky animal fucking does it for me, and is the subject of my  staying-awake-at-night-in-terror.  It's possibly the most disgusting thing ever put on this planet, and when you learn more is downright terrifying.
I talk of the giant squid.
I shit you not, there are times I've had nightmares about being eaten by a giant  squid.  It's something that it I ever saw I'd immediately start crying.  For a start they can grow to up to 13 metres long.  THIRTEEN METRES?!?  And they have gigantic horrible  tentacles and arms, equipped with powerful suckers, and teeth in the suckers, and a massive beak, and evil 1ft diameter eyes (with have the cold dead stare of  a killer).  What's worse is there could be giant squid as big as 20m long.
And  there's a related squid called the Colossal Squid, which instead of having  teeth-lined suckers, has suckers and swivelling hooks.   What the fuck is a swivelling  hook? And why else does it need  them except for killing and maiming?
The  whole giant squid thing makes me feel sick with worry.  Every night I wonder whether or not a 20m killing machine has crawled out the Atlantic, come up to Glasgow and is about to devour me in my own flat like the merciless killing machine it is.  I hate them, but unlike the other freaky animals there is no way I could kill a giant squid.  They're too big.  They're too smart.  They have too many arms and their horrible bonless bags of death.
Ugh, I'm giving myself the shivers in my research for this.  I've now seen far too many pictures of their horrible arms and bloated  bodies, stuffed with corpses.  I'm going to take a shower, and pray a giant squid doesn't come out the toilet  whilst I'm cleansing my body of the filth thinking about these things accumlates. Kill The Squid