Snakes. A few years ago when my father-in-law was around 75 I ran over him, I mean flat into the ground, when he got in the middle of my snake-escape route. I can't mow them and if I'm in a car and run one over I pick up my feet. I've tried talking myself down, preparing myself to see one, but then when I see one I go autopilot and freak out.
Choking to death/not being able to breathe/drowning. This became much too real this past July when my acid reflux (didn't even know I had acid reflux!) got so bad I developed vocal chord disfunction (VCD) and I couldn't breathe. I didn't know what was happening. Was home alone and in a split second my throat closed. I ran to the neighbor's as I felt like I was going to black out, and well, die before I was found. My doctor assured me that no one dies from VCD because once you pass out your vocal cords relax and you can breathe. Ahhhhh, not real assuring, thank you very much.
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ok, I just realized this as I was typing. I thought you were Bu4ISU and I'm like wait what, you just asked the girl out on Twitter and now you're married?!?!??!?!?!?
We would find snakes in bales randomly over the summer. One time we wrapped a dead one around various door handles, tractor levers just to watch people flip. It was fun. Just a little garden snake.
That choking thing sounds absolutely terrifying!