Scoliodentosaurophobia

“Scoliodentosaurophobia” – does this mean anything? … Well, actually it means lizard-o-phobia. (I don’t know this word before, Google chacha helped me )


It was 8:30 pm, time to prepare supper. As usual I was walking towards the kitchen. The moment I stepped in, OMG…I have closely encountered the creepiest reptile ever, LIZARD (No offense, you might be the beautiful one in your species).

The very sight of this crawly creature made me numb for a moment. Only instruction my brain can afford is to “RUN AWAY”. But, how far I got to run? Then again my poor brain had to instruct me, though suffering from acute fear. It said, run till you find a place where you can feel safe, may be something at a height from ground…at home where can you go? I quickly found a sofa, went running and sat on it.

My husband was looking at me, what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-her expression on his face. Then again I inquired my brain…did you forget to tell me to shout at top of my voice? (Generally, we see girls shouting when they are in fear, mostly in movies ) May be I am an exception, my brain made this decision, don’t blame me

Then somehow I managed to tell my husband – “balli” (lizard in Telugu…when in fear, only mother tongue takes priority )  My husband – my savior went to send that lovely lizard to her (or his, I have no idea) home. May be that poor one missed the way and entered my kitchen. My husband is such a brave man, he looked like warrior for me who fought against other species and won the battle, successfully sent it to some place with which I hope not to have any close encounters again.

After a successful war, my husband started an argument with his own species he repeatedly asked me – why are you so scared, it’s just another creature. It will not come and eat you away. Blah blah blah… But has he got any idea what goes in my mind? Lizard look like some fire dragon, may be a dinosaur sometimes for me. May be it could become bigger in a moment and throw fire or something on me…or what if it attempts to swallow me? OMG

I still remember when I was in my teens (not that I am old now don’t get into suppositions, I am 25 ) I had a similar incident, worse than this one. A lizard crawled over me, might be due to my attractive dress  but that incident refrained me from entering into kitchen for a month or so. But now, it’s not possible, because I have to cook for my husband. May be the thought that I would not go to kitchen for a long time made him to become a warrior…else he would have given me a chance to skip cooking at least last night…no luck

Catch: Most of us have these kinds of phobias, so when in danger, run away from that place, look for a savior. You can even yell, so that your neighbors come to rescue you. But make sure you don’t kill the reptile. Just leave them in the right place. “LIVE and LET LIVE”.