Filling coal has suddenly become a lot of an unnerving task. After weeks of good weather, the rain has returned meaning a fire is needed in the house again, and over those weeks, the coal bunker appears to have been overtaken by snails and slugs. This is the first time I've ever had my phobia interfere with a household task, it was not a pleasant experience whatsoever. This whole thing about confronting your fears? Yeah, I don't feel better in the slightest. Curse you molluscs!
According to the other chat this picture describes them perfectly. If I saw anyone handling my clothes like that I'd rip their hands off and stuff them up their nose.
So I watched the movie Mama last tonight after being told that it was "the scariest movie every" by all my neighbors. If that was scary for them, then Boo-Berry cereal must be a terrifying sight at the grocery store.
Was it one of those "jumpscare every five seconds" movies? I hate that in newer "horror" media. *cough*Slender*cough*
No, this is the one about the moths and walls having blood clouts. No seriously. It's tried to have subtly but yelled out "HEY, I'M BEING SUBTLE GUYS! AM I SCARY YET?" every time it tried.