I had an insane fear of slugs when I was younger. I could NOT walk in a forest. I once was on a hike with Allan and two friends. There were slugs. After a couple minutes I froze and could not walk. They took sticks and cleared a path for me. I could not garden unless it was super hot and dry. Could not dig my own holes in the earth...I also had an insane fear of earthworms. Both of these fears have subsided through exposure. I still really do NOT like them, but I can be semi reasonable. I had this experience the other day and emailed my sister Jess. She said I should post it. I just didn't know. Too much swearing. But it's real...so here it is, every so slightly edited. As in %$.
"So. I'm in the garden watering. I notice one of my apples on the ground. It has a claw mark on it and a little branch attached. Damn raccoons. So I'm noticing that Helen's bulbs have been pulled out. There are two little bulbs on the surface. So I figure I'll just push it back in the soil. It was cold and it was squishy. F%$K ME...HOLY SHIT THAT IS A FRIGGIN SLUG. I wipe my finger on my pants. Look up to see if it really is, through my glasses. BLECH. Yes it is. F$&K ME. I spit on my finger....yes really. And wipe on the pants again. Grab the hose. Water the finger and wipe again. Ooooooo, yuch. Okay back to watering. I came inside and didn't burn my pants. Yup still got 'em on. So...I think I've come a long way. I'm proud of myself. Giggle snort."