Now I realise my fear of moths may be a bit irrational, crazy even, but when I told my work colleague Andy of this said fear, it was not an invitation for him to take matters into his own hands, find a dead moth on the floor and leave it on my desk in order to help me “face” my fears.
From the girl who feels sick even looking at a photo of a moth you can imagine I was not impressed, not at all. He had even thoughtfully left it belly up on my mouse…
Que silent scream and then I ran away… yes… from a dead moth!
Really can it get any worse?!
Well… apparently yes…
I wouldn’t actually go back to my desk until Pete had put said moth in the bin, in a piece of paper so that It couldn’t get out
Im not sure if I thought it was going to reanimate and attack me, oh lord… shudders
I don’t think I was thinking all that rationally to be honest
My work have got involved in the World’s Biggest Coffee Morning for Macmillan to help raise money for people living with cancer. As an extra to the coffee everyone was asked to bring in cakes to sell with the coffee so that we can make extra money for charity. (50p a cake and 50p for a coffee). My work college Niki makes the nicest cakes and ive been going on about this lemon drizzle cake that she makes which is so nice for the past week now. I even made a slide show of my sales plan to why she should make me a cake
So this morning I arrived at work to find that my friend had baked me a cake and left it on my desk, to which I was obviously very happy about. I was just about to put it in my sandwich box when I noticed a bit of the cling film wasn’t stuck down to the cake, I moved as if to smooth it down and oh my godWHY THE HELL IS THE CAKE MOVING!!!
And what was on my cake you ask, of all the things in the world, a hairy disgusting moth which had managed to blend in with the damn cake when my friend had left it to cool off. It was only a small one but still I screamed like someone had just poured ice water down my back and ran across the office, the moth at this point was still stuck between the cake and the cling film. Im not sure how I thought it was going to get out of the cling film and attack me but my heart was racing and I felt distinctly sick to my stomach regardless
My friend was obviously mortified and kept apologising but its not really her fault is it, shes offered to make me another one but im a bit hesitant
This in its own is enough to put me off lemon drizzle cakes for life
Ive still donated to the charity by the way
I opened the door last night to let the cat out and a massive fucking hairy moth flew in, whirled around the kitchen a couple of times diving scarily close to my head like some kind of demented kamikaze pilot, and then hit the cereal box full force with a dull thud. In the mean time I was screaming high pitched and panicking. Unfortunately in my haste to get the hell out of the kitchen i kicked the door shut, which then smacked me in the face when I tried to pull it back open to get out
Maybe I popped its eardrums or sound feelers if it has any which caused the random flight pattern?!
In conclusion moths and I seem to be very very bad and apparently dangerous for each other
..how to go about achieving this goal in all honesty. Im not so sure that il ever get over my fear of them. My phobia is not so severe that it is hindering me living my life.. although if i was placed in a room where the only way out was to move through a room full of moths i would likely starve in the corner than have them touch me. The thought of it actualy repulses me and makes me feel sick
I guess its good to fear, however irrational; its just one of those things that reminds us that we are human
I hate moths, so obviously if im in a room with one it goes right for me. I sware it can smell the fear ratiating from me… actually im scared of most insects that fly…mostly because im scared they are going to fly into my hair and get mushed! I would probably cry!
Im pretty sure i would be sick if one flew near or landed on my mouth!
The big furry ones send me in a blind panic
Im so sad.. i could cause its brain to haemorrhage with one flick of my wrist but instead i run screaming like a madwoman!