My fat cat gets fed twice a day. 1/4 cup at 6pm and 1/4 cup at 6am. I tend to do the am feed. So this morning I go in and feed her, sit on the loo and come face to face with the worst of all things... a cockroach.
Now I am not afraid of many things. I have fears (such as my kids getting hurt or DH being harmed etc) but I am not irrationally afraid of those things. I do have an irrational fear of those loathsome little shits - cockroaches. Since I moved into this apartment, 3 years ago, we have had only 1. It was a monster (I think they are referred to as water bugs) and I cried for 4 hours after seeing it. This morning's interloper was not so big. I still screamed. I still worried if I was gonna puke and in the end I decided "i can deal with this".
I got the windex (as instructed by husband some time ago) and sprayed the creepy little sod. It still squirmed and all but I managed to get the paper towels on top of it. I tried picking it up and it scampered away shooting out from under the paper. Hell I let out a scream! Then I grabbed the windex, threw the paper towels on top of it and battered it to death, screaming all the way.
I had done it. I had beaten the disgusting little offense and taken a huge step towards overcoming a serious and embarrassing phobia.
I think I got my strength from my little monkeys. They were cheering me on all the way!!