My Fellow Caterpillar Phobics
January 29th 2008 21:00
I was trying to Google the technical term for caterpillar phobia since I suffer from it. I couldn’t find it but I found this interesting web page instead:
Caterpillar Phobics web site
I couldn’t believe there were others who were just like me, or even worse. Most of my friends aren’t caterpillar phobics so they find my phobia weird. My friend Fred likes to chase me around the garden with them. When I was on holiday a few weeks ago, I was catching up with Fred and made the mistake of pointing out there was a caterpillar on the ground. It looked liked one of those tent caterpillars – grey and black and furry. So what does Fred do? He sticks his finger next to it and pushes against it several times. He said it felt soft and furry like stroking a cat but there was no way I was going to suss this out for myself.
Mind you, after reading all the posts on the above thread, I realised my caterpillar phobia wasn’t as bad as some people’s. At least I can bring myself to touch dead ones. There was one time I was eating at one of my favourite restaurants when I found a tiny light green caterpillar on my plate. It had been obscured by the leafy green vegetables. I decided here was my chance to (sort of) overcome my phobia so I touched it with the tip of my finger. Being dead, it didn’t freak me out as much as if it had been alive. So I pushed it around my plate a couple of times before I told the restaurant what I had found. The manager was horrified and kept apologising. I was okay about it as the caterpillar was about 3 millimetres long and had been cooked in a light green sauce so it was easy to miss.
Still, I could relate to the caterpillar phobics’ stories about avoiding trees and constantly looking around in case there’s a caterpillar nearby that could fall on you. I can also relate to their stories about checking their clothes in case they are walking around with one on their back.
Caterpillar Phobics web site
I couldn’t believe there were others who were just like me, or even worse. Most of my friends aren’t caterpillar phobics so they find my phobia weird. My friend Fred likes to chase me around the garden with them. When I was on holiday a few weeks ago, I was catching up with Fred and made the mistake of pointing out there was a caterpillar on the ground. It looked liked one of those tent caterpillars – grey and black and furry. So what does Fred do? He sticks his finger next to it and pushes against it several times. He said it felt soft and furry like stroking a cat but there was no way I was going to suss this out for myself.
Mind you, after reading all the posts on the above thread, I realised my caterpillar phobia wasn’t as bad as some people’s. At least I can bring myself to touch dead ones. There was one time I was eating at one of my favourite restaurants when I found a tiny light green caterpillar on my plate. It had been obscured by the leafy green vegetables. I decided here was my chance to (sort of) overcome my phobia so I touched it with the tip of my finger. Being dead, it didn’t freak me out as much as if it had been alive. So I pushed it around my plate a couple of times before I told the restaurant what I had found. The manager was horrified and kept apologising. I was okay about it as the caterpillar was about 3 millimetres long and had been cooked in a light green sauce so it was easy to miss.
Still, I could relate to the caterpillar phobics’ stories about avoiding trees and constantly looking around in case there’s a caterpillar nearby that could fall on you. I can also relate to their stories about checking their clothes in case they are walking around with one on their back.
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