Warning: Final episode of Planet Earth and lunch not a happy couple
Today I watched the last episode of Planet Earth, Caves. It would’ve been great save for the fact I happened to be eating lunch while doing it. I was warned by a friend that it was by far the grossest episode, but I don’t really get grossed out by nature. Maybe a little sad when an animal dies, but definitely not grossed out.
Note to future Planet Earth watchers: DO NOT eat lunch while watching Caves.
It showcases the nastiest bugs you have ever seen in your life. I literally almost threw up twice. And, mind you, I am not normally bothered by bugs or spiders. I think what puts it over the edge is the sheer quantity of bugs you are forced to look at. Mounds and Mounds of cockroaches crawling all over each other. yuck
So, don’t make the same mistake I did. No one wants to watch a slimy glow worm make a silk strand of mucus while eating an egg salad sandwich.
Hi. I am not afraid of snakes, actually I am severely snake phobic. Yes, it is an irrational fear that has both mental and physical effects. I am writing this because I’m wondering why you choose to walk around the streets holding your pet snake around your neck. It’s not a dog, it’s not cute and cuddly, it’s a reptile that causes varying degrees of fear in many of people.
I’m going to explain to you exactly what it feels like, as one who is snake phobic, to see you carrying your snake on the street, so maybe the next time you think about taking it out for a walk you decide against it.
I walk out of a store and see you carrying your large pet snake. Immediately I lose the ability to walk because of the initial surprise. Then, my entire body goes hot and I start to panic. Depending on the size and color (I’m generally most terrified of dark spotted boa constrictors. For some reason the yellow and white ones don’t bother me as much) I may start to cry. These tears are 100% completely uncontrollable. At this point I’m also nauseous. After panic has set it my next instinct is to get my feet off the ground, because I have now convinced myself that there are snakes all over the ground. I’m in a predicament because I can’t get my feet of the ground without sitting, but I also need to get away from the situation as fast a possible. Panic gets worse. I decide it’s best to hail a cab, but as I’m about to get in my brain tells me that there may be snakes in the cab and being in an enclosed place while panicking is much worse than being outside. If I get in the cab there might be snakes in the front seat, on the floor, or by the back windshield. I would then be trapped in a cab with snakes. I forget the cab and decide that walking fast is the best bet. Every time I have to stop at a crosswalk I panic that I will see another snake. Once I get home I am able to sit down but I keep looking under the table periodically to see if there are snakes on the ground.
So yeah, that’s what happens when you bring your snake out onto the streets. It doesn’t feel very good so maybe next time you can just leave it at home.
since childhood I have been afraid of loud noises. It’s called ligyrophobia. I used to plug my ears during fireworks, but then stopped as I got older for fear of ridicule. I am afraid of thunder, but not lightning.