Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Phobia is a strong word. I have a degree in biology and I love
animals of all kinds even the ones that some people shun like snakes,
toads, frogs, bats, et al, but living in Florida, the critters I hate
the most are the enormous spiders and huge flying cockroaches that can
both be very aggressive.
I also don't like to fly, but again, I do it, but only when I have to. It's not something I enjoy.