My definition of phobia (not to be confused with the clinical definition) Phobia - an irrational fear Got that? IRRATIONAL is the key word. I already know it doesn't make sense. When I was a kid I was diagnosed with arachnaphobia. I would wig out around spiders and centipedes. Some shit happened that brought it all to a head and when I was in the 7th grade, my parents took me to a kid shrink. More or less the spider side of it got straightened out. I don't want to say I am comfortable around spiders - I am not - but I won't go running out of the room anymore. If they are small enough I can ignore them and the bigger ones I can kill. Still though, don't look for me to do that put the spider on a piece of paper and toss him out the door thing. The other side of this is the centipede thing. These damned things are so common they could be the state insect. The progress I made with spiders, I didn't make anywhere close to that much progress with these things. After all these years being alive I have noticed a pattern to seeing these things. I don't see them at all in the late fall through winter. In the spring I begin to see them, most of the ones I see are quite small. In the middle to late spring I start to see them quite often. Quite often being described as as many as 3 a week. The summer they trail off. Maybe one a week, on a good week none. Then in the early fall they come back with a vengence. I see just as many as I saw in the spring - only they tend to be fairly big. Yeah I know, I am kind of obsessed with them. Over the winter I got married and moved into an older house. In the back of my mind I have known that I was in for trouble once spring came around. Well, 2 evenings ago the games started. I walked into the bathroom with the light off and I saw one in the corner. I quickly turned around and went into the bedroom. I found some shoes. I went downstairs and asked my wife to come upstairs with me for moral support while I squished it. I went upstairs and turned on the light. I got my first good glimpse of it, turned around walked out the room and said to my wife, 'Dammit. I can't do it. You do it.'. I couldn't. I looked at it and it was like all the circuits in my brain just fired at the same time. I wanted to jump out of my skin. When I was a kid I would go running and screaming into another room. That acomplishes nothing. That makes things worse. It is maddening. I just couldn't kill it. I'll say this though. I know my wife loves me. I mean, she took care of it like it was nothing and doesn't hold it against me. My Mother has said something to me that echoes through my head at times like this. She has asked me what I plan to do when I have kids. The kids will look at me to be strong. They may freak out too. Truth is, I don't know how I will react. That kind of scares me.