I put it down to a childhood trauma.

Specifically, the time I was at Horley Rec and one got caught up in my sock. It stung the s**t out of my ankle and it really, really hurt. I didn't realise what it was, then I looked down and saw this angry, scary-looking insect flapping around in my sock. I started crying and my dad carried me home on his shoulders.

28 years old, I was.

Posted By: Ottosson Foxtrot on October 14th 2010 at 13:38:56


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