I canít remember when I started being afraid. I know that my kindergarten class kept a caterpillar and watched it turn into a butterfly. I remember it trying to flap its very wet wings and not getting too far. But I donít remember being scared of it.
I remember being in Europe with my family when I was 10 and a giant butterfly landing on my sisterís shoe. It was huge, and looked like it had eyes on its wings. I was definitely disgusted and scared of it by then.
Now I canít stand the summer.
My roommates hate me because I wonít let them leave the door open to the deck for fear that moths will come in. My friends make fun of me when I run away if I see a butterfly coming towards me in a field. I am completely incapacitated when a moth comes into the room Ė I have to lock myself in another room until someone has dispatched of it. When I come home at night in the summer, I have to walk around to a door where there is no light, so I donít have to go by moths.
Someday I hope to
overcome this fear, but I am too scared to start that process.
- Catherine -