fear of sock monkeys?
From their long spindly arms, their trying to be jaunty hats to their very antagonistic ruby red lips, I loathe them. They are the type of creatures that surely walk around your house at night while you sleep, most likely with machetes in their hands to kill you. Just like with a snake, when I see a sock monkey, I freeze. I don’t know when or where this phobia comes from, but I remember that as a youngster, I was not able to be in the same room alone with the sock monkey that sat in my favorite wingback chair at my grandmother’s house. My mother once put a barrel of said adversaries in my path at a store and I couldn’t move. Or go around them. That might sound extreme, and I do recognize that, but it doesn’t make the phobia go away – or those people that actually sew them.--fear of sock monkeys
posted by carrie at 7:35 AM
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