So, I have done some research but have found nothing on an actual phobia of camel crickets. I think there has to be one out there. It seems there are names for phobias of apparently anything and everything but the fear of camel crickets. I guess I should let you know why I am so interested in finding out the name of this phobia.
It all started the other night when Eric was gone hunting. I had cleaned up a bit and decided to try to make a dent in the mountain of our laundry pile. I pulled the basket from the dark, cool cedar closet to my brightly lit room. I dumped out the whole basket of clothes onto the floor so I could separate all the colors. I knelt down and grabbed a couple of shirts to fling to the "dark" pile when all of a sudden, a GIANT camel cricket jumped up to attack me. I don't mean to be overly dramatic, but seriously, the thing jumped right at me.
I know realize that I was home alone and there wasn't anyone to hear my screams, but that didn't stop me this particular night. The cricket jumped at me, I screamed at first in shock and then let out many screams of fright once I realized what jumped at me. I ran out of my bedroom, with clothes in hand and ran to the dining room. I couldn't tell where the cricket landed so my worst fear was that it was somewhere ON me. I threw the clothes on the ground and ran through the house screaming, shaking my head and convulsing my body in an attempt to shake the cricket off me and scare it away with my little school girls screams.
Once I realized the cricket wasn't on me a new fear set in...it was still in my bedroom. I immediately ran to the room, grabbed the door knob and flung the door shut. I then ran, screaming to the living room where I decided to wait until Eric got home so he could find it and kill it. I finally calmed down and decided I'd practice my guitar so I wouldn't be thinking of the monster cricket that might be in my bed now. Eric finally got home and I told him the enitre graphic story and led him to the room where this beast was locked up...only the door had somehow come open. I'm not putting it past the cricket to have somehow managed to get it open. So Eric's response was, "Well, how am I supposed to get it now? It could be anywhere." I guess if he had been home to witness the terrifying event, he might have chosen his words a little more wisely. We then went on a journey to find the hiding camel cricket. I say we, I mainly just followed behind making sure the thing was found. So after checking every little crevice in the bedroom, we came up empty.
I still fear the camel cricket is lurking in the house somewhere and have been living in fear the last few nights worrying every time I pick something up that the cricket will be back and might actually give me a heart attack next time!
All that to say there must be an actual phobia for these things. Now, when I was doing my research I did find out that the camel cricket can't actually hurt you as they have no teeth, fangs, poisionous anything, but I think they could literally scare someone to death. It seems they have very poor eyesight becuase they like living in cool, damp, dark places. You know, like basements, crawlspaces, etc. Anyway, since they have poor eyesight they jump directly at whatever is approaching in an effort to scare it away. Their defense mechanism works.
The photo at the top was not taken by me, I grabbed the link from this guy! (also posted about the phobia!)