{"id":19163,"date":"2024-02-26T13:53:09","date_gmt":"2024-02-26T19:53:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=19163"},"modified":"2024-02-26T13:53:11","modified_gmt":"2024-02-26T19:53:11","slug":"i-would-fight-these-creatures-right-now-no-i-wouldnt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2024\/02\/26\/i-would-fight-these-creatures-right-now-no-i-wouldnt\/","title":{"rendered":"I would fight these creatures right now (No I wouldn’t)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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I actually really enjoyed my wasps blog last week, so I think I\u2019m just going to do a freebee one.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span> It\u2019s not going to have facts; it’s mostly just going to be me ranting about my childhood self.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span>My childhood self being my fear of certain bugs and how I developed the fear of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

THE BUTTERFLY\u00a0<\/span><\/h3>\n

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I was getting off the bus with my friend who was visiting my house, when it came to me at full force. \u00a0 I yelled, and thrashed, and called for the police. \u00a0 Literally fighting for my life, but all I could hear was my friend\u2019s laughter. \u00a0 Then, while I was punching the air I felt my friend pull me by the bookbag and she said; \u201cGirl, calm down what is wrong with you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked at her like she just had the audacity, she didn\u2019t know that this creature was vicious.\u00a0 So, I told her with all seriousness; \u201cWhat do you mean?\u00a0 It\u2019s a butterfly!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

If any of you ever watched SpongeBob, I hope you remember watching the episode about <\/span>WORMY \u2014 <\/span><\/i>Sandy\u2019s pet<\/span> \u2014 <\/span><\/i>that basically terrorized the town. \u00a0 I mean, all Patrick and SpongeBob and Patrick wanted to do was play tag with him, but he just had to roam loosely.\u00a0 The show made butterflies look so terrifying, looking all weird with their antennas and such, then does anyone remember the close up when it was BUZZING!\u00a0 That moment literally started my whole fear.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There was also that episode on Authur when Binky got bit by a butterfly; I think, in all honesty it may just have been a fever dream, but these are the reasons why butterflies used to frighten me. \u00a0 They don\u2019t as much now, but sometimes I still screech if one flies to close.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

LADYBUG OF HORROR\u00a0<\/span><\/h3>\n

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Even though I loved my grandma to death, I have to admit that sometimes she was a BULLY.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She had these weird methods of discipline but one of the meanest ones to me personally is when she used to drag me to the window and put ladybugs on me.\u00a0 Yes, you heard correctly.\u00a0 When I was young, I used to think that ladybugs would bite me, and it\u2019ll be my last day.\u00a0 That the countdown would start, and I\u2019ll have twenty-four hours.\u00a0 My Grandma knew this, but she wanted me to get over my fear while also learning that I shouldn\u2019t leave her refrigerator door open.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She would call me from the kitchen and tell me that her glasses fell in between the blinds. \u00a0 I\u2019ll leave my <\/span>Qubo <\/span><\/i>(if you know you know) and unexpectedly walk to my designated horror.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She was like; \u201cCome on now chile, I can\u2019t see nun.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I was like; \u201cI am coming Gramzie (my nickname for her, long story)\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When I made it over there, I cringed at the spider webs and dust bunnies on the blinds, but those were overshadowed by the fact that there were no glasses there.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then as soon as I was about to say something, I felt something light but prickly on my cheek, then I heard her mocking tone; \u201cGirl, there\u2019s a ladybug on you!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she said it with a southern accent.\u00a0 I threw a fit.\u00a0 My mind was really questioning my love for her.\u00a0 I mean it wasn\u2019t no way she just put that ladybug on me like that, my grandma knew better.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m telling y\u2019all, she just laughed and kept telling me it was still there.\u00a0 I wanted to cry, but I didn\u2019t.\u00a0 I wasn\u2019t going to let her see my tears (sounding dramatic?\u00a0 I know, but I was a child.)\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

After that whole fiasco my fear just got worse until it eventually ceased.\u00a0 Now I\u2019m kind of the petty one, and I am threatening to put ladybugs on my niece when she gets on my nerves.\u00a0 But hey, it\u2019s life and apparently a family tradition now.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n

MR. CUDDLES, I hate you.\u00a0<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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I don\u2019t see how <\/span>Gumball <\/span><\/i>could just take the rudeness from Penny\u2019s pet like that.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

If you ever watched T.A.W.O.G then you most likely came across that episode when Gumball was fighting for his life with that Tarantula.\u00a0 That whole episode gave me my big fear of spiders, which I still kind of cope with today. \u00a0 It\u2019s not as bad as when I was younger and was so scared of house spiders that I had to play <\/span>The Floor Is Lava<\/span><\/i> in my own room. \u00a0 Back then, I wouldn\u2019t have even made that spider pay rent, he could have the house for free.\u00a0 Now, I just watch house spiders crawl away and go on with my day.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Back to what I was saying though, I did not like Mr. Cuddles. \u00a0 I kind of wished he got flushed down the toilet.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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