Thread: Hebejeebies

reading your post...ech!

Bomb your RV....bomb it to freaking death.

ROFL!
I've now been living in the RV, consistently, since November of last year. This is the first time I've ever SEEN a spider
Spiders in and of themselves don't normally give me the hebejeebies... it's only because I ASSUME that tickle I felt 2 weeks ago was actually the spider I saw today. In actuality, it could have just moved in today.

Stop posting and go bomb your RV.

In the words of Alma, "Kill them...kill them all..."

Teachers. and michael jackson, post being swapped with an alien.

Originally Posted by Zhaylin

So... what gives you the hebejeebies?

I will tell you what gives me the "hebejeebies". I JUST used that word in a post in Extended Discussion, and it was my first time to ever write or type it. I had to Google it to see how to spell it. There are so many spellings for it, apparently there is no "right" way, so I went with "Heebee geebees". It was in the thread about whether people are afraid of death, and then I come here and see that you started a thread about the term. You are the person who spooked me out a little with your wicca thread because the most insane "coincidence" of my life happened the one time I practiced witchcraft, and it involved death. Then this crazy "coincidence" happens in YOUR thread. There is some crazy stuff going on. It really gives me the hebejeebies.

Well two things. First, cockroaches in bed, and two the fact that because of this thread I now have the concept of "cock roaches."

The rough side of velcro. If I touch it, I have to jerk my hand away and try to scratch the feeling away from my fingers. Goddamn velcro.

UM- most awesome! I, too, used google to see how to spell it before creating this thread I just typed in how I thought it was spelled and when it didn't correct me, I went with what I had.

*shudders* Cock Roaches. Blah! I have a phobia about roaches to begin with- so thank you for that picture When I lived in Florida I always shook out my clothes and shoes before putting them on because I was so afraid they were hiding on/in them!

I don't care for velcro, but it does give me the hebejeebies. BUT, my hubby collects art glass and some of them have a finish that I absolutely cannot tolerate: Burmese Satin Finish, I think it is. I always confuse the names of the finishes though. It could be "acid finish".

Transvestites...

Just kiddin'.

... Or am I?

No, but seriously. I hate when I get out of the shower, my skin dries, and then I have to put on socks or otherwise handle thick cotton. No idea why, but my flesh just crawls at the touch of cotton after a shower. Small wonder I never wear sweaters. I'm a windbreaker man.

EDIT: Just realized that I also cringe at the touch of denim. Also explains why I never wear jeans. I'm a khaki man.

I canNOT tolerate certain rayon wear. When my kids were babies and were given clothes, I gave away everything with that feeling. My skin catches on it and it feels really gross.
I like most cotton, but rough wool is icky and so is rough lace.

Haaaah, a spider in the toilet... I can see why that'd make you uncomfortable.

Mmm, the one time that gave me the hebejeebies..

I had brought home a large wooden branch I was going to turn into a walking stick, and left it in my closet. I forgot about it for a good year or so, and pulled it out with the new intention of turning it into a bow. I worked on it for about two hours with heavy grit sandpaper and drill bits, and began to get disappointed when I noticed small holes starting to appear as I got deeper into the wood. The holes grew larger, and then connected so that they began to look like tunnels. No big deal, I though, since whatever made them must have done it long before I had taken the branch... Wrong. The grinding bit went in deeper, and all of a sudden the wood gave way with a splash of sawdust as a saw this monstrous looking white grub wriggel right out of plain sight deeper into the stick. It was a bit unnerving knowing that it had been living there in my closet for so long... I carried the branch outside as if I were handling a tube full of volatile chemicals, and chucked it away.

*ewww/shudders*

That reminds me of the first time I ran away when I was about 14 years old. I was late getting to the woods and had no time to make a shelter, so I slept very high off the ground the thick branch of a tree.
When I awoke the next day, I realized it wasn't actually that bad of a sleeping spot and thought of using it again... until I started working loose some of the looser bark and SWARMS of insects were revealed, including some smallish wood roaches. I absolutely cringed when I realized I had slept on top of them all night.

One thing I have come to love that would gross many people out are maggots. Over the years I've had a couple older kittens get an infection on their face. They actually had a hole in their face that came to look somewhat pus-sy and infected so I would clean it for them with peroxide. The first kitten ended up healing pretty quickly. A couple years later, despite my treatment, the hole in one kitten seemed to get worse and it was causing the kitten some discomfort. The wound no longer looked infected so I was curious as to why it wasn't healing. I started pushing gently on the wound and came to see a white insect. As soon as I released pressure, it slipped right back into the hole. It REALLY grossed me out at first, but I kept working on it and eventually a VERY fat maggot popped out. I put the maggot in a container and my kids named it Bob lol. But I forgot how fragile such things were and it quickly dried out and died.
I became fascinated with the insect and researched it and learned the maggot was actually being VERY useful. It was eating away all the dead tissue and promoting healing. Indeed, as soon as it was out, the cat's wound appeared VERY clean.
The problem arrises when the bug outgrows the wound.
But I now have a love for the nasty things. After my research I came to realize just how benefitial they can be.

Aha, I've heard of that with maggots. I've also heard that they can start eating the living tissue if they're in for too long as well, but I could be wrong. Glad to hear it turned out well for your cat though.

Biting cutlery...


This heebie-jeebieage also extends to any metals touching my teeth. Going to the dentist is an ordeal that will consistently send shivers down my spine. In fact just thinking of it is horrible.

When you eat, do you allow the spoon or fork to touch your teeth?
I don't care for that feeling. I usually remove the food with my lips or stop my teeth from completely biting down

Originally Posted by Zhaylin

When you eat, do you allow the spoon or fork to touch your teeth?
I don't care for that feeling. I usually remove the food with my lips or stop my teeth from completely biting down

Yeah, I always make sure I don't bite the metal.

Oh shiiittt yeah. D:
The scraping of forks on my sister's teeth.

I can taste the tangy metal just thinking about it. ;__;

-shudder-

Once I had a dream where the bones in my toes kind of split up in my middle toe and it was horrible, it punctured through the skin and when I woke up my teeth were still hurting for weeks afterward just from thinking about it.

Originally Posted by ClouD

Oh shiiittt yeah. D:
The scraping of forks on my sister's teeth.

I can taste the tangy metal just thinking about it. ;__;

-shudder-

UUuuuuguuguhuughgh. ClouD you bastard.

Pretty much anything falling down the inside of my shirt. It used to not bother me until I accidentally brushed a sweat bee down my shirt. I was trying to get it out when it stung me about three inches to the left of my navel. Ow.

Needless to say, I squashed him (her?) good. But now, if it's anything bigger than a grain of sand, and it's in my shirt, it is coming out NOW!

Originally Posted by Goldney

UUuuuuguuguhuughgh. ClouD you bastard.

You wouldn't like me...

Every time I bite you can hear a loud clink of the fork hitting my teeth.

Spiders..

The other night There was a spiderweb on my blinds attached to my clock. I don't know how because I do open them every day! That night, they all hatched... There was at least 30 baby spiders. I couldn't get them all they were everywhere. On my bed, on my pillow, on my carpet. I was on spider watch for about 2 hours, killing every last one I saw. Then I went to bed and woke up the next morning. I was doing some homework when a spider was lowering itself out of my hair onto my homework. I have never been so scared in my life.


Balloons: Take a blown up balloon and rub it, the sound it makes, makes me want to beat the person who is doing it. ( I would never actually beat him but that's how bad it is to me )

Styrofoam: See Balloon.

When Dad eats a chicken leg...and I hear him crunching