I have a phobia. I’m fine with snakes and spiders and other crawly or slimy things. But I can’t bear infestations. A mass of something. A colony. Seething. Writhing. Ugh.
I can’t even bear those pictures of possums with their young on their back. Ugh ugh ugh.
Even when the infestations are benign. Even pretty. Like the below. Creeps me. the fuck. out.
This is totally awesome, because now I’m never going to be able to look at this page. But seeing as it has been about a year and a half since I posted, maybe that was unlikely anyway.
ToDo: Invent Brilliant Title 
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