Bushy-Tailed Hell-spawn

For those of you who give at least a little bit of a crap about me, you would know i have sciurophobia (aka - fear of squirrels) which sounds pretty stupid, but then again, those of you who know about it will know the story behind it as well...
Anywayyy, i was cowering in a corner one day, a giant mutant squirrel towering over me, when i had an epiphany. Ooh special. Either that or i had um, yeah, you know.. No you don't. Do you? Anyway, i had sort of a flashback in which i was looking through the eyes of the mutant squirrel, back when he was a pathetic little thing that clung to trees and attacked you when you tried to stroke him. But yeah, he was sitting in a hole in a tree, by a fireplace with his daddy in a rocking chair smoking a pipe, who ws telling him an incredible story about the history of the savage beasts known as 'squirrels'. It goes as follows:

"Now son, what do you know about the existence of squirels?"

"I know that we eat nuts, and lots of 'em!"

"Uh yes... indeed. But more importantly, you need to know about the origin of our bushy tails and homes in the trees!"

"Wow papa! Tell me! Tell me!"

"Well, settle down, and i'll tell you all aout it! It all began when..."

At this point i was brought back to reality, realising that the mutant squirrel was in fact gnawing on my arm, which is, i'm deadly serious, a good source of nutrition. Honest. People tell me it isn't but.. Yeah, it totally is.

Anyway, we all know the story behind the bushy tail: Squirrels are in fact rats. Although these particular rats are rejects, cast out from the society of rats. Having to spend the cold winters outside of their warm homes, the squirrels developed cannabalistic characteristics, they ate eachother and wore eachothers skin. Coating their tails in fur to keep warm.

As for the living in trees, it was the last place the rejects could find, after killing the woodpeckers or owls or whatever lived in the tree, they claimed the tree to themselves. Their squashed broken faces are a result of smashing their stupid heads against the tree whenever they run down it.

So there you have it! Squirrels are in fact vicious savage rats cast out from their own kind, all with squashed faces, still think they're cute?? I do, doesn't stop me from being terrified of them :) Presuming anyone has read this far (or read it at all) thats about it, i've droned on for WAY too long now. And just to test to see if ANYONE has read this, i'm putting up a question of the day! (Or blog post, whatever)

What are YOU scared of? Is there a story behind it? :D

Byeeeee