Hell Hath No Fury Like Beetles Scorned

I thought I was fearless.

I thought I was brave.

I thought I could fend off any incoming danger with the flick of my fingers and with an eye closed.

I thought I could hold up the sky with one hand and still support the mountains with the other.

Then this tiny little beetle flew into my room and landed beside me. For the next few hours, it terrorised me by flying around and refusing to leave through the door or window which I had opened oh-so-wide.

Finally, I had to cry for mommy.

All because I have this innate fear of picking it up. Even with a thick bunch of tissues. The problem I realise, is not about picking it up. Its about the thought of squishing it, the thought of all its gooey goo flowing out, and the disgusting vision I imagine of a dead squashed beetle.

Yes. I have such a phobia. And since I don't know what to call it, let me coin this new(?) word of a fear of squishing a bug - Squishoentomophobia.

Fortunately, squishoentomophobia is only induced by insects equal or larger than bettles (and that includes insects like bees as well). Imagine if I had problems squashing an ant!!

It is retribution I tell you. I used to terrorise mealworms when I was younger, holding them in my hands and rolling it around my fingers. Now these mealworm beetles are back with a vengence.

I would like to show you all pictures of mealworms and the adult beetles here. But then I will be putting myself off, and perhaps never come back to update my blog again.

These bettles know where I live.
One visited while I was sitting on the toilet bowl the other day.
And they will continue to hunt me down like the beetle hater that I am.

Even Superman has a fear (for kryptonite).
I have to get over this stupid fear.
For the sake of humanity.
I mean myself.