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When I was about 5 my aunt from arizona came out and visited us. She knew I had a fear of scorpians. So in order to ease my mind she told me that the only time that they come into your home is when it rains really hard. So later that year we went out to visit her. One night around 12 am I woke up and it was raining, very hard. I began to scream bloody murder at the top of my lungs waking the whole house up. Everyone came running to find out what had happened to me only to find out that I was positive that because it was raining hard scorpians would be swarming into the house!
When my sister was little my dad told her that the cobwebs in the basement were inhabited by "cobs" who were apparently dangerous creatures who would "get" you. She was afraid to go down to the basement until she was old enough to know that cobs didn't exist.
You know those itty bitty so small you can barely see them spiders that are always, like, red, yellow, or orange? Well, when I was four years old my older brother told that those spiders were flavored. So I spent three years squishing them on my finger and licking them off. I never noticed a taste and he explained this away by saying "They're just too small for you to taste it strongly". I learned the truth when my second grade teacher caught me eating one at recess and told me he had lied. I WILL get him back one day...
i use to believe that the resin you got buggers in your nose was that natts would fly up your nose and lay there eggs up there, making the buggers
I had older boy cousins whose yard was filled with spiders of all sizes and they knew I was terrified. They made it worse by telling me that if you stepped on a spider, it would double in size. Low and behold, I did it and two seconds later I saw a bigger version of the same spider...completely had me completely convinced!!!
mum told us that if you stepped on an ant you go to hell. Once i opened a jar of jam & realised an ant got decaptitated in the process that was feeding off the lid & was well scared.
I grew up in the West Indies, and we had tarantulas in the neighbourhood. I was terrified of them, and worried that I would have one in my room one night. I asked my father what they sounded like, and he said "like someone snoring.' I shared my room with my brother. Who snored. I didn't sleep for five years.
i used to think bugs could sting you through closed glass windows.
My daughter was 4 and went with her grandparents to their camp. She saw a large spider and her grandmother told her it was a "Grand Daddy Long Legs".When we arrived at camp she excitely tried to tell me about the spider and called it a "Long Legged Mother". She is still teased today.
I thought that big spiders (Huntsman Size) could crack glass. When I was 4 I saw a car with a broken side window with what I thought was a spider masking taped in the center of the crack. I told my parents they swore they did not see it. To this day I dont know what I really saw.
after being told that satan was once an angel but he was naughty so got sent to hell i used to believe that moths had once been butterflies but were naughty so had been to hell where they got burnt that's why they didn't have any colour and no-one seemed to like them.
When i was 9 i was told that butterflies are called this because their wings are made of butter.
For a while i believed this until i licked one and it didn't taste like butter.
When my sister and I were little, our parents told us that spiders were afraid of beds (so that we would still sleep if there was a spider in our bedroom). I distinctly remember standing at the door of my room and making a running jump to get to the bed as fast as I could, because then the spiders wouldn't get me. We believed it for years, and therefore our parents never had to deal with "I can't go into my room, there's a spider there!" It's such a convenient story that I plan on telling it to my kids someday!
I once belived that 'tiger spiders' (Named that cause they were stipey like tigers) turned into tigers at night, thanks dad...¬_¬
i thought earwigs were how you got pierced ears. they crawled up and used thier pinchers on your earlobs at night. lol
When I was 5,I got a poison ivy rash.When I got better I remembered the place where I got it.I caught a grasshopper.I took it to the place where the poision ivy was.I wanted to see if the grasshopper would get it also.I had to climb on an old log so as not to touch the poison ivy.I thought there was a fly by the old log.It was not.I was sitting on a bee's nest.Hundreds of bees came out.Needless to say I walked a half mile to the nearest house with bees on me everywhere.When I banged on the door the lady whom answered started swatting me with a dish towel.Soon my father heard the noise and came over with a garden hose.I spent a few days in the hospital.Had 75 stingers removed and the doctor said I had 100 more stings.Grasshoppers don't get poison ivy rash!!
One day in the front yard when I pointed to the shell of a garden snail and asked my mom what it was, she said it was the snail's house. I imagined that when the snail retreated into his house he had all sorts of tiny furniture inside. I pictured the snail lounging on a couch, watching TV, and there was a little kitchen, and also a bedroom. The logistics of this made complete sense to me, because I believed that when the snail went inside his house he got smaller in the same way as when I saw the character Jeannie shrink down in size when she went into her bottle on the "I Dream of Jeannie" TV show. During the scenes where Jeannie was shown sitting on her pillows inside her bottle, you could see the groovy-looking interior walls of the bottle, and I imagined that same appearance for the interior walls of the snail's house.
I was, and still am, deathly afraid of spiders. I wouldn't kill them because I was afraid that they may not have died and they would get their spider buddies and come after me in the middle of the night. I still refuse to kill a spider.
Growing up in San Francisco, at the age of 5 or six I was convinced that when it rained it rained worms. After all, after a rain there were worms all over the sidewalks. Perfectly reasonable.
The first time as a child that I became acquainted with the "outbreaks" of 13- or 17- year cicadas, and saw their dead skeletons lying around in considerable numbers, I thought I was hearing these insects called "adas" and I thought that what was happening was that they got sick every 13 to 17 years. That's because I thought I was hearing of the "sick adas" that were dying in big numbers when the 13 to 17 year illness hit.