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MexCzech: Phobia
Clara and Rosa had moved in together a month ago, and when Rosa heard Clara scream, the Mexican immediately ran over to find the other girl. If there was something dangerous…
She paused when she saw Clara shrinking away from something, and when Rosa took a closer look…
"A spider?" she asked.
"C-could you please get it out?" Clara demanded.
"Are you… afraid of spiders?"
"Yes! Now just get rid of it, please!"
Rosa chuckled indulgently, before she removed her sandal. Clara flinched as Rosa squished the spider.
"There," Rosa said. "That wasn't so hard."
Clara didn't look too impressed.
…
"Um, Clara?"
Hearing the concerned note in Rosa's voice caused the other to go to the bathroom, where she saw the Mexican staring at something on the floor, her eyes rounded. And when Clara followed her gaze…
"A frog?" Clara asked. "Wait… are you afraid of them?"
"Yes!" Rosa admitted. "Now, could you please get it out?"
Clara shook her head in amusement, before she got a jar. It took a while to coax the frog into the jar, and every time the creature moved, Rosa would flinch or gasp. Eventually, Clara got the frog in the jar and managed to set it free outside. When she returned, she found Rosa looking a bit embarrassed.
"So, you have a fear of frogs?" Clara asked. "Cute, harmless frogs?"
"That spider of yours was smaller than my pinkie's nail!" Rosa snapped. "And mine eats yours."
Clara chuckled.
"Tell you what, why don't you get rid of the spiders, and I'll get rid of the frogs, and we don't say another word about it?"
Rosa smiled faintly.
"Si, that sounds like a plan," she said.
So, this is my sister and I in a nutshell. She has arachnophobia (fear of spiders) while I have ranidaphobia (fear of frogs). We have an unspoken agreement to take care of the object of the other's phobia whenever they're in the house. And unlike my sister, who has no idea where her phobia comes from (though, we suspect a certain episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog might be to blame), I can think of a few incidents when I was little that helped contribute to my phobia (the most glaring was waking up in the middle of the night to have a large frog perched on my bed, staring at me). We have the misfortune of living in a country with something called the common sand frog, so those things keep finding their way into the house, and guess who's 'lucky' enough to find them every time.