What gives you the heebie jeebies?

Karl Stein

I just went out to the car to fetch (yes, fetch) something and was confronted with a dark, damp footpath. I thought to myself 'this is perfect weather for snails on the move' and shivered anxiously at the thought of stepping on one of those marauding gastropods.

So I gingerly make my way along the dark wet footpath convincing myself that I was actively avoiding the crunch-murder-squeal-shiver as if by some 6th ninja-like sense. Incredibly, I made it to the car crunch-squeal free.

Great, all I have to do is return by way of my ninja-steps not unlike how a cat puts his back feet exactly where his front have confirmed safe. So I'm gliding back to the door, through the dark and damp, feeling confident that following my trail will see me home safe. Then it happens, about three meters short of safe harbour *CRUNCH* - I let out a little involuntary scream and stumbled the remaining meters home. That's the heebie-jeebies for me.

So what gives you the heebie jeebies?

Sir Osis of Liver.

More of a slug-man meself,slimey yet cute.

Zen65

Cathal Cloch wrote: »

So what gives you the heebie jeebies?

People using the expression "heebie jeebies"

Z

Karl Stein

Zen65 wrote: »

People using the expression "heebie jeebies"

Z

People signing off with a letter(s) like they're all cool on the internets.

CC.

camel jockey

Zen65 wrote: »

People using the expression "heebie jeebies"

Z

Good call. Sounds dodge.

nocoverart

"heebie jeebies" haven't heard that since the last millennium.

Ruu

My arch nemesis, the crane fly. Slender little bastards!

Norwesterner

Middle aged women with their sunglasses on top of their head.
Gets me everytime.

Pumpkinseeds

Rats:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: I DESPISE them and turn to a quivering wreck when I see any. I used to have nightmares about them when I was a child. I got locked out in the back yard of an old listed building we lived in in the UK. The river was in flood at the time and when I put the bin bag out I disturbed a mass of humongous river rats. The door had shut behind me, I didn't have my keys or mobile to ring my husband(we lived on the 2nd floor at the other side of the building) and they were everywhere, including in front of the gate.

The fecking things are massive and all I could do was stand still waiting for my husband to notice I'd been gone too long. Makes me feel queasy and edgy just thinking about it now. Still, now I've got my 3 cats and they make short work of any rat ba*tards they find in the neighbourhood:cool:

King George VI

Ruubot2 wrote: »

My arch nemesis, the crane fly. Slender little bastards!

I hate those little bastards. What freaks me out about them is the fact they can't fly in a straight ****ing line. They wobble about the place like a drunk pigeon, frightening the pudding right out of me.

gidget

Frogs! Even looking at them on the telly gives me shivers.

keith16

Dragon flies. Or any large insect. They terrify me.

Once, I was sitting up in bed reading a good book and a butterfly flew up from the ground at the bottom of the bed toward my head. I nearly hit the roof.

Mrs. keith16 witnessed it and it took her a week to stop laughing.

Karl Stein

Pumpkinseeds wrote: »

I've got my 3 cats and they make short work of any rat ba*tards they find in the neighbourhood:cool:

The humble cat is our ally in the war against vermin.

keith16

Cathal Cloch wrote: »

The humble cat is our ally in the war against vermin.

And yet our feline friends are routinely "cat-sticated" by their fellow humans.

camel jockey

keith16 wrote: »

And yet our feline friends are routinely "cat-sticated" by their fellow humans.

you mean catstigated I think.

Archeron

Having to wade through the seaweed zone at an Irish beach to get to the swimming water. Jellyfish lurk there.

keith16

camel jockey wrote: »

you mean catstigated I think.

Don't you put "WORDS" in my mouth......Mr?

spankysue

Flies, hate them in all their forms. As maggots they make me feel sick just looking at them then when they turn into flies they can carry germs up to 15 miles, urghhhh, horrible little fcukers.

Karl Stein

Archeron wrote: »

Having to wade through the seaweed zone at an Irish beach to get to the swimming water. Jellyfish lurk there.

And Weaver Fish! :eek:

sydthebeat

Those secretarial pencil skirts....




'heebee jeebees' means raging horn, yeah?

Red Nissan

My scare down my chest after the bypass operation, I thought I was brave, jesus, and I mean that as an expression only, every time I HAVE to shower and I see the scare, heebee geebeeees big time

camel jockey

sydthebeat wrote: »

Those secretarial pencil skirts....




'heebee jeebees' means raging horn, yeah?

Some of the ladies on the Apprentice were indeed hot.

camel jockey

Red Nissan wrote: »

My scare down my chest after the bypass operation, I thought I was brave, jesus, and I mean that as an expression only, every time I HAVE to shower and I see the scare, heebee geebeeees big time

Sounds scary.

Karl Stein

camel jockey wrote: »

Sounds scary.

Hmmmm....

Mozzeltoff

spankysue wrote: »

Flies, hate them in all their forms. As maggots they make me feel sick just looking at them then when they turn into flies they can carry germs up to 15 miles, urghhhh, horrible little fcukers.

I despise the ****ers!! They actually freak me out if they are in the same room as me. During the hot weather I had an awful time with the ****ers, coming in landing in the cats food, laying eggs and then maggots...oh god I feel sick

Capt'n Midnight

Pumpkinseeds wrote: »

Rats:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: I DESPISE them and turn to a quivering wreck when I see any.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2133818/Giant-rat-killed-pensioner-Brian-Watson-lump-wood-farm.html

Skill Magill

The grey bin.
After a spring clean one of those singing fish got fecked out onto the top of it, closed the lid and forgotten about. Until of course the next morning when I opened it to throw the black bag from the kitchen out. The fish is motion activated, and must have found a little extra juice over night to be able to give its final farewell. The worst of it was it actually moved staring right at me as it sang.
At that point i entered another realm of existence, knowing it was real but at the same time not believing it. In that realm a man can jump clean out of his skin!
I'm still a bit tentative opening the bin, I brace myself each time, (needless to say the family thought this hilarious) feckers

uncle_sam_ie

Heights. When you're on a high building or a bridge and you look down. It gives me the heebie jeebies.

Cupcake_Crisis

Teeny tiny holes. Like the kind of tiny holes on certain filter cigarettes. Holes so minuscule you can hardly tell they're holes, but you know they're there.

Reamer Fanny

Spiders

Dublinpato

SPIDERS give me the heebie jeebie's, when the hairs on my legs trick my brain into thinking it's a spider walking up my leg,when a loose string on the pillow or blanket is blowing about looking like a spider is crawling right for my face or even when a spider is on the wall out in the open nowhere to go or hide and i look away for a split second to find a tool to kill it with and it's gone just gone.

Pang

Crumbs.

They freak me out. I absolutely hate it when someone has toast and gets crumbs everywhere. I can't go near them. I hate the feel of them and the feel of well cooked toast. It gives me the shivers.

Oh and vermin too. Make me squeamish.

fussyonion

Moths absolutely terrify me.
I'm OK with spiders, but if I see a moth, I'm gone.

I'm always nagging the OH to close the door if he opens it at night with the light on.."You're attracting them!" "Attracting them me arSe" says he.
"Yeah well when you have a fear, you have a fear!" says I.

Seriously, can't be doing with them.
I will scream if I see one, no matter if I'm in company or not.

DEFTLEFTHAND

Archeron wrote: »

Having to wade through the seaweed zone at an Irish beach to get to the swimming water. Jellyfish lurk there.

I was stung by one in Spanish Point beach in Clare when I was 12, I still fear wading in the shallows to this day.

camel jockey

DEFTLEFTHAND wrote: »

I was stung by one in Spanish Point beach in Clare when I was 12, I still fear wading in the shallows to this day.

Was there someone on hand to urinate on it, or did you need to wet yourself that day?

DEFTLEFTHAND

camel jockey wrote: »

Was there someone on hand to urinate on it, or did you need to wet yourself that day?

No nobody suggested it. :pac:

A woman on the beach had sudocream in her bag and laced that on to it after we had washed it down with fresh water and removed any spines, my mother bandaged it later and it didn't give me any more trouble.

moochers

Went swimming in Achill two weeks ago during the heat wave.Sweet Jebus, the water was baltic, screamed bloody murder, surprised the lifeguard didn't think someone was drowning.

Not too fond of heights either, was on the big wheel in leisureland and it was swaying because it was quite breezy. Screamed my head off too, surprised the coastgaurd wasn't called. When the ride finished, my sister found me crouched down in the corner, eyes closed, rocking back and forth.

Bozo Skeleton

Heights. I have no problem being on a plane at 30,000 feet, or up atop a mountain, but put me on a balcony on the 5th floor and I can get heeebie jeebie'd. It's something to do with suppressing an urge that I could have a 1 second moment of madness and jump. It's weird, and probably my one phobia. I have no problem with bugs and rats, in fact I quite like them.

MrShivers

Cupcake_Crisis wrote: »

Teeny tiny holes. Like the kind of tiny holes on certain filter cigarettes. Holes so minuscule you can hardly tell they're holes, but you know they're there.

Do you possibly have Trypophobia? I thought I didn't but a quick Google image search scared the bejaysus out of me.

ghogie91

Needles

Keep passing out even if its someone else getting one

Story: sister getting her tooth pulled, I went in with her as she was young and Didnt wanna go in on her own, she got her first needle to numb her mouth, I passed out, dragged the dentist tools and trays and everything else to the floor with me, had to reshedule the tooth pulling for a week later as I destroyed the place hahaha

markomuscle

Spiders, just last night i saw a large one in the living room, I haven't been in since.

moochers

I think its the element of safety, I'd go on roller coasters in reputable theme parks like euro disney no problem cos you are literally encased in safety harnesses. Carnival amusements that are thrown up in a matter of hours, no thanks. Besides if something did go wrong in Euro disney at least you (or your family) would get big fat compensation. In a village carnival, you would probably get a teddy and a hot dog.

moochers

Billy Barry kids on the late late toy show.

Pumpkinseeds

Capt'n Midnight wrote: »

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2133818/Giant-rat-killed-pensioner-Brian-Watson-lump-wood-farm.html

I'm not falling for that, no way I'm clicking on that link:P

Karona

Cockroaches (even typing it I'm shivering) I hate them with a passion, there was one in my apartment in lanzarote and we couldn't get it out, even my dad was scared of it. We were all screaming in fright from it. Oh god I hate them.

Slugs scare the living hell out of me. Snails don't bother me in the slightest though.

As for Jellyfish, everytime I go in to the sea for a little paddle, I keep thinking the seaweed is a jellyfish wrapping its tentecles around me. I got stung badly as a child so I think that is were that fear came from.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

Pumpkinseeds wrote: »

Rats:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: I DESPISE them and turn to a quivering wreck when I see any. I used to have nightmares about them when I was a child. I got locked out in the back yard of an old listed building we lived in in the UK. The river was in flood at the time and when I put the bin bag out I disturbed a mass of humongous river rats. The door had shut behind me, I didn't have my keys or mobile to ring my husband(we lived on the 2nd floor at the other side of the building) and they were everywhere, including in front of the gate.

The fecking things are massive and all I could do was stand still waiting for my husband to notice I'd been gone too long. Makes me feel queasy and edgy just thinking about it now. Still, now I've got my 3 cats and they make short work of any rat ba*tards they find in the neighbourhood:cool:

Oh my god, I would actually have had a heart attack. No joke, flat out like an egg on a pan.

Like you, my biggest thing would be rats/mice too. I genuinely think I have a real phobia of them, it's much deeper than just being frightened of them.

I can't look at a photo of one even, I once picked up an Ireland's own magazine, and was wandering around dunnes with it before I paid for it, somehow noticed on the back cover, there was a huge black rat and a profile on it. Swear to god I never dropped anything as quick in my life. Mousetraps are the same, I wouldn't go into a shop and pick up a brand new trap, I wouldn't touch it and someone would have to put it in a bag for me before I'd bring it home. Even talking about them gives me goosebumps.

I have the worst luck finding them too. In New York once, underage drinking in a park, and this massive rat with a hump on his back, so big he was like a jack Russell, practically skipping along, comes flying along by where we were sitting. I just sat there completely paralysed with fear.

I stayed in LA for a while during the summer another year, and in the estate I was in there was banana trees and cactus plants and overgrown hedges by the footpaths, now me being as paranoid as I am, said since its a quiet estate and overgrown plants each side of footpath would be like Beverley hills to a rat, I'd walk in the middle of the road so none would get me. Walked to the shop, and on the way back, for some reason I happened to look overhead and there was a giant rat on the telephone wires directly over my head. Over my head. Oh lord, I was bawling by the time I got back to the house, roaring and wasnt able to tell anyone what happened at first, the words just wouldn't come out. Not that they were very understanding anyway, when I eventually managed to tell, they just laughed.

Just last summer, I went to a farm meeting on behalf of my dad. The first portion of the day was in a hotel just listening to presentations, but the second part was a farm walk, obviously done on an actual farm. Now, I hadn't made the best impression anyway, I was one of three girls there to about 40 men. Completely inappropriately dressed for the farm walk anyway, in a dress and pretty shoes, while everyone else thumped about the place in big boots. We were standing by this shed, full of cattle food. The farmer said that the reason the shed had no spaces under the door/over the door was to prevent rodents getting in as they couldn't be kept away from the food. The group were standing looking into the shed and upon the mention of rodents, I moved away, on my own, to the side, as I knew it'd b just my luck for a rat to appear and I figured better be safe and not be standing in the line of fire.
Next thing this big rat ran out of the shed, there's a lot of people standing directly in front, so he takes off in my direction, as I suppose it was open space. All I could do was scream, cue lots of laughing from big ignorant farmers, commenting on "the young one terrified ha ha ha". :rolleyes:

I am beginning to think I am a rat magnet. Or maybe it's because I'm so frightened of them I'm more aware of places they might be so I'm constantly on edge looking out for them, either way, they give me the heebie jeebies something proper

Conor Bourke

Wasps

Heights

The sound of the dentists drill

Mayonnaise/salad cream *puke*

Even there mere thought of any of the above makes my skin crawl

mad muffin

Fat birds and spiders. Fat birds in the summer time give me the extra heeb on the jeeb.

sunbeam

fussyonion wrote: »

Moths absolutely terrify me.
I'm OK with spiders, but if I see a moth, I'm gone.

I'm always nagging the OH to close the door if he opens it at night with the light on.."You're attracting them!" "Attracting them me arSe" says he.
"Yeah well when you have a fear, you have a fear!" says I.

Seriously, can't be doing with them.
I will scream if I see one, no matter if I'm in company or not.

I don't mind the tiny ones, it's just the big furry horrible ones I can't handle.

Sofiztikated

Cotton wool. Can't stand the feel of the stuff. Gives me full blown shivers, and hairs on end.

Legs.Eleven

Skill Magill wrote: »

The grey bin.
After a spring clean one of those singing fish got fecked out onto the top of it, closed the lid and forgotten about. Until of course the next morning when I opened it to throw the black bag from the kitchen out. The fish is motion activated, and must have found a little extra juice over night to be able to give its final farewell. The worst of it was it actually moved staring right at me as it sang.
At that point i entered another realm of existence, knowing it was real but at the same time not believing it. In that realm a man can jump clean out of his skin!
I'm still a bit tentative opening the bin, I brace myself each time, (needless to say the family thought this hilarious) feckers

NOT clicking on that link. No sirrrr.


Besides from most insects, stickers on my face and slimy food.