well i was just reading nushie's funny giant fucking bug thread and it reminded me of a few past incidents. during a lovely walk through these small woods with my boyfriend (both baked, of course) we stumble upon a dilapitated little fort made of wooden posts and flat wooden boards. it had spray painted on it JOHNNY - KYLE SEPT 1990. wow, pretty fucking old, we decided to toke another few bowls in it. a few hits into it, i took notice of the little crawly things all around us. i found the airborne ones particularly unsettling. alright, sober and on acid, i think tiny creatures like bugs are fascinating little things. i watch spiders spin webs with my face up close, i feed roaches, bugs are jus coo especially the way they look (except mosquitos, those little bitches fuck my shit RIGHT UP). stoned, for some reason i'm horribly afraid of my bug friends, especially ones buzzing around my head. on with the story! charles left to piss. i thought, "oh no! the only thing keeping me safe from the bugs is gone!" hahaha then i guess the fear completely encompassed my mind, i started to hear (now i know i was just *thinking* i heard) the sound of termites chewing through the wood of the fort. i even heard faint chirping sounds and in my mind that was the termites communicating with each other. then i see a huge ass wasp fly by. i felt my heart beating hard as fuck! i eyed it's every move, if that motherfucker flew towards me i was gonna run the fuck out of there. fuck the weed and the pipe i didn't want it to sting my ass mosquitos buzzing like bees close to my ears freaked me out, images were popping in my head of the wood collasping on me and dousing me with it's termite inhabitants, this evil wasp just wanted to sting me, i fuckin screamed and ran out of the fort. haha, screamed. (keep in mind this is all taking place in a time span of around 45 seconds, that's how fast the fear escalated) i ran looking for charles but i didn't see him! i tried to stay on the path but it's a really shitty path, barely visible, so of course i get lost. i'm clawing my way through all these vines and branches all the while hearing scary ass noises and i'm just sinking deeper and deeper into this mad fear. i see a bug that looked like a feinding demon dragon fly and it's big and right in front of my fucking face. and i scream again. it flies off then all the sudden i feel something in my hair and i'm thinking "holy fuck it flew into my hair!!" but i'm too scared to even swat it away so it stays there ahaha i end up runing all the way out of the woods, to the side of the owner's house (owner of the woods). i flip thinking the people in house were going to call the cops because there are no trespassing signs. i run down the long gravel driveway to the street because the opening into the woods is facing the street. i reluctantly enter the woods again and find charles a minute later. i can see he's a bit confused about why i left the fort so i say there was a bunch of wasps he reaches toward my head and i feel relieved that he's going to remove the bug for me. then he holds up a tiny twig and goes "hey man you had a twig in your hair." then we went to get ice cream i have another one about me running from a parked car because i thought it was coming at me (well the fuckin headlights were on..) but this post is long enough as it is alright so, i'm real curious. do any of you guys have some mad irrational fears like mine? like i can be sober and say, "oh well hey there's a little bee over there" but if i am stoned it's, " HOLY FUCKIN SHIT i gotta get out of here there's a bee " i'm talking about fears like that.