I have tons of irrational fears. Many are fairly common, you know, the woods-at-night-monster, the privy-monster, the under-the-bed-monster, etc. When I was little I used to insist that the window close to my bed be closed at night, didn't matter how hot it was. Finally I confessed that I thought my mother was a witch and would fly in at night at get me. Outwardly I seem to be fairly well adjusted but...

the most irrational fear I have is for large round haybales. Who knows why. First saw them in England in the mid-70's and it was like some deep primeval fear welling up inside. It was the weirdest dread. I even get this looking at photos. It's bad enough when they are out in the field but so much worse when they are massed together by the road...like they are getting ready for an attack.

And everything scares me in the dark. I can barely cross a room to turn on the light...especially if the light is by the bed with you-know-what lurking beneath.

Can you tell you touched one of my buttons?
Thanks for all the puns! Humor is a great way to offset fear.
Emily