1. The dentist but I've already covered that so I won't go into details. And I was happy to see I wasn't alone in my dental fears. Sorry for you, but thank you for the recent commiseration.
2. Adult diapers. Or more specifically, the need for them.
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3. Black panthers in trees. I'm fairly certain I've covered this ridiculous fear here on the blog at some point but it bears repeating. Ever since reading the Little House books as a child, I've been terrified of black panthers lurking in the tree tops at night, just waiting to pounce on me. Did you read the books? Do you remember when Pa was late returning home and the panther was in the trees stalking him? Yeah, well, you can't convince me that there are not panthers in the trees just waiting to get me. I can read Jaws while laying on the beach and jump into the water with no problems, but... But those panthers - they are out there. And they are out to get me.
4. 7-11's. I've discussed that fear before too. Actually, I don't like any small convenience store but 7-11's especially. It's a shame because I do love a good slurpee.
5. Dying and my husband discovering the actual size of my yarn stash. Even worse than him discovering it is the fear of him throwing it away rather than handing it over to my fellow knitters. Forever let it be known that I'm perfectly fine with you coming to raid my stash within minutes of my final breath.
6. The kids getting into a car accident. I'm So neurotic about it. Every time, every single time, my phone alerts me to an accident in an area they might be in, I have to verify it wasn't them.
7. Accidentally felting a newly finished sweater or socks knit from expensive yarn.
8. Suffering a stroke or any kind of health thing that leaves me unable to move or speak but aware. Please, if that ever happens, for the love of God, unplug me. Quickly.
9. The neighbor's dog. It frequently runs loose at night and comes by for a visit when I get home from work in the wee hours and am standing at the door trying to find my key in the dark. The dog looks like a coyote (size, shape and color) and it about gives me a heart attack every time. He manages to sneak up on me and tends to growl. And maybe he's not growling at me. Maybe he's growling at a panther up in the trees.
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10. Knitting intricate lace without a life line and the interchangeable needle coming unscrewed from the cable.
I'm sure I could think of a thousand more fears if I tried but that's enough. You don't need to know All my deep, dark secrets.