We all have them. I fear drowning. I have one of those emergency hammers to break the windshield should I ever accidentally drive into a large body of water. Granted, I’d probably lose all rationale in such a situation.
I also have a fear–well, not necessarily a fear–more of an aversion–to cut flowers. I believe it stems from attending a funeral too early in life. I forever associate cut flowers with that. No Valentine’s Day bouquets for me. I would take that as a personal insult. (Hah! Hard to romance this romance author!) But, I do love flowers as long as they are growing in a pot, or naturally.
Okay, enough about me. Let’s talk about my dog. She has this strange phobia with the dishwasher. It has nothing to do with the machine running. If I simply shut the dishwasher door she has a complete meltdown (video below).
In my case my phobias can be identified. One stems from seeing a traumatic movie too early in life, and the other from a family funeral too early in childhood.
So, what did my dog experience in her ‘childhood’ that involved a dishwasher?
Do you have any inexplicable phobias, or can you identify their sources? Have you used a phobia as a motivation for a heroine? Can you relate to the line, “Snakes…why did it have to be snakes?” :)