A little late for Halloween (it's been one of those weeks).

 So I thought because of the stuff I write, I'd do a spooky post. But due to life in general getting in the way, I forgot.

Anyway.

What irrational thing makes you shudder?

For me, it's dead bugs. I don't know why, but I can move live ones, flies, spiders, you name it, I don't have a problem with them. I have a pet huntsman in my studio, goes by the name of Hector. He likes to pop out and make me jump from time to time. But there's a dead one been hanging around in there for a while, and it took me ages to get up the courage to use the feather duster to move it.

Thing is it never used to bother me, and I've been trying to work out why it does now. I think I've found the answer. Once upon a time, the cats brought me a dead frog. This wasn't the first present they had given me, nor was it the last, but it's the one that left a lasting impression, and I shall explain.

Hubby called me on the home phone just after I'd scraped the poor dead thing onto a piece of kitchen roll. So, with dead frog in hand, I answered the phone and proceeded to have a conversation with my husband. All was going well until I screamed and probably damaged his hearing. The frog pulled some sort of Lazarus move and just jumped off my hand. I quickly explained, hung up, and spent the next half hour trying to catch said frog so that I could put it outside. I did.

After a little research on this new-fangled internet thingy (yes it was that long ago) I found frogs can play dead. 

So I blame the frog for my issue with picking dead (or maybe not) things up, just in case they miraculously come to life in my hand.

Maybe this is why I also have an issue with zombies, can't watch them, read them, or write them.