Not in the sense of having them exterminated or whatever, but psychologically. Having done some lawn work today, I'm left walking in jumpy as all hell.
More onto that, it's at that point in Spring in which life flourishes most I deem -- in this case, caterpillar season. Once leaving the larval stage they tend to migrate randomly, and it's at this time I find them littered on my house. I'm put off, but don't think much of it at the time. I also live in a rural area, as away from city life as can be, so there's that to consider.
Having said this, there's also the canker worm issue our communities tend to have; they litter the highway, often clearing away the surrounding forestry. Again, unsightly as shit. Back to caterpillars, it was only after doing said lawn work I wound up with some inside my house upon entry, on the floor. Soon enough, I found several on my dress pants as well. That was a first; it wasn't fun, it wasn't nice in the slightest, but composure was kept.
Man, there's just so many negative ways I could describe my emotions right then and there. I mean, I can go about with disposing them, but I just can't put my finger on as to why I've got such a strong reflex and repugnance upon first sight; I'm not sure whether to classify this a phobia, since things like ants, ticks and various flyers I can handle fine, but if it's something with more than six legs and/or has a long, segmented body, then I immediately go NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.
Overall, it's just a straight up inconvenience for me, so any advice and/or empathy is much appreciated. And no, before anyone says, I'm not going to hold one -- fuck that noise. Fuck it so hard.
