Last week, we asked you to tell us about the creepy-crawlies you fear. Starting this week, we will publish your responses. If there is something you fear, send us your story and let's get to the bottom of it. We may even get the experts to help you overcome it.
Denise Hinds
I am so petrified of those ugly, bulgy-eyed, croaking creatures, that I had to cover the picture that was placed in your article to read exactly what the article was saying.
One fateful night into early morning, at about 1:00, I sleepily got out of bed to use the bathroom. After, I started to make my way back to my room, lo and behold, perched above my bedroom door was the most unsightly croaking lizard. So big and ugly was this thing, I could see the veins in its body through its cream-coloured skin.
While others would attempt to chase it away, I didn't even consider that option. Fully aware of the fact that they have a tendency to move pretty fast and then fall 'plop' out of ceilings or off walls, I needed to move fast. But I could not convince my nerves to make me run quickly into my bedroom.
I, therefore, retreated to the bathroom, locked myself in, checked to see if there was any possibility of it slithering through any available space in the bathroom door and uncomfortably spent the next five and a half hours on my trusty toilet bowl.
The fear of lizards is called scoliodentosaurophobia!
Pauline Boggis
I have this terrible fear of croaking lizards, as most women do. Large, medium or small, I am always looking for them.
One evening just as it was getting dark, I got home and reached the gate. When I looked up there was this huge croaking lizard on the wall by the gate. I started throwing stones at it but it would not move. About one month before, I was held up at the gate by two men with a knife and they took my handbag. So, here I was in a dilemma; I wanted to go inside but the lizard was keeping me out!
I called my niece to tell her of my predicament and she said, "Just forget about the lizard and go inside, would you prefer to be held up again?
I told her that I had been stoning the lizard but he would not budge. After much arguing on the phone, she finally said, "I tell you what, give the lizard the phone and let me talk to him."
At that point, I hung up on her, and fuming, I went back to the car and waited for a few minutes. When I went back to the gate, the lizard had disappeared.
I can now laugh about it, but it was not funny at the time.
