Since nobody will man up and say it.... BLACK PEOPLE!
Story time:
I'm like 4 years old. My dad is going into our crawlspace to fix the water-heater or something, and I wanted to watch him. The second he flips the light on, literally hundreds of camel back crickets are jumping everywhere, mostly all over me. Naturally I run screaming into the yard, where my mom has to calm my hyperventilating, screaming self down. Those things still scare the shit out of me.
scared of failure

