So I am TERRIFIED of frogs. Yes: no teeth having, hop away at the sound of someone approaching, frogs. I changed my fleece this morning but it was raining and I couldn't take the fleece outside to shake it out. It stopped raining this afternoon so I pushed my tote of fleece and my laundry basket out the back door. I stepped outside, and there it was in all its disgustingness: a frog. I usually freeze when I encounter frogs and my breathing gets heavy but this time I knew I had to make my legs move because this SOB was RIGHT THERE! So I make it back inside, unharmed, and I'm sitting there looking at my tote and laundry basket from the back door, thinking, "how the heck am I going to get my stuff? This frog-ninja has me trapped in the house." I tried to crack the door enough to get a pair of tongs outside to touch the frog to make it move, but it wouldn't budge. I put on hiking boots (because I felt a little safer than with shoes) and went out the front door, checking every single step I took for his relatives that I'm sure reside in my yard. I walked around to the back where my stuff was and STREEEEETCHED to grab it, staying as far away from the enemy as I could. Once I had my hands on each of the items I ran like I've never ran before. I placed my stuff on the front porch and then walked through the house to the closed back door and told the frog, "I win!" Of course I had to top it off with sticking my tongue out, like a 4 year old. It made me feel a little better doing that. Now I know frogs can't hurt me but I am just so scared of them. Does anyone else have completely irrational fears of strange things?