There’s a lot in life that I’m not afraid of.  I actually love heights, bugs and spiders don’t bother me, and I don’t believe in ghosts.  But there are some things that do get under my skin.

Dead fish.  But you probably already knew that.  I keep hoping that having a real, live fish in my home will break me of it, but so far.. not so good.  Dead fish creep me out to the point of hysteria.

Ladybugs.  Sounds silly, I know.. but it’s very true.  Growing up with the Wheeler Wildlife Refuge as our backyard, it was reliable that every spring and fall, SWARMS of ladybugs would infiltrate our home.  It was not uncommon to see hundreds of them around every window, crawling on the ceiling.. and for the next three months afterwards, you would find their carcasses everywhere.  They creep me out too.

My little known and quietest fear?  Hospitals.  I HATE THEM.  And I would love to tell you that I can overcome that one.  But it’s hard.  When left to my own devices, I don’t have the strength to make myself go to a hospital. 

.. even when it’s a happy occasion.

I just can’t.  There’s death in there.  It makes me hurt.

Another fear?  Itty bitty babies that I can break.  Bryan says you figure out babies quickly, that some natural instinct takes over and you’re immediately good with them.  Uh, I don’t think so.  I will inevitably hold a little baby wrong, her head will fall off, and I’ll be left trying to explain to the grieving mother that it was my fault.. that her head popped off.

The last two fears have been a problem this week.  I can’t make myself go to the hospital to see Ra.  But today.. well, today is typically a bad luck day.  It’s the Ides of March.  Typically, this day is VERY tragic to me, one way or the other.  But I thought.. what if I took control of the Ides this year?  What if I conquer a fear of mine AND take back the Ides?

So that’s the plan.  Take back the Ides, conquer the fear.. and meet Baby Scout.