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Quote from: truthjourney on January 28, 2019, 12:24:22 pm

Mine would be snakes. A snake wrapped around both my ankles when I was five years old and squeezed and squeezed till I fell down on the road. I started screaming and my mother ran down the road and managed to get it off of me.

Another time we were out in a field, my brother and sisters and I, and a coach whip snake chased us across the field. A coach whip stands up on it's tail while it runs. I was so little that I had to be practically carried. I looked back at the snake and saw it running on its tail and it looked like it had a face. I was terrified. We were able to outrun it back to our house. We saw a lot of snakes because we lived out in the country in the middle of nowhere with nothing but trees around us.

Also one night a black panther came up onto our porch. It was huge. It didn't get into the house. My mother had a rifle so if it had tried to get into the house, she would have shot it. Black panthers usually roam at night. Sometimes we saw them sitting on tree limbs as we drove down the dirt roads at night. I was always afraid of them.

Honestly, I love your stories...the further out the better if you ask me.  I would much rather take my chances with an animal than an out of control human.

This isn't really a phobia but a funny story I am gonna tell on Brian.  Brian is a snorer.  I have a couple of great snoring stories on him but the one that I was reminded of here was when they lived in Nigeria and his sister was terrified of how close the hyenas were to the house.  So their dad went out looking only to find Brian snoring and his sister thought it was hyenas....