This Is My Biggest Fear

I was walking up to my apartment after my show last night and let me tell you, I crossed paths with the one thing that I am most afraid of. Its funny, because I just kind of stood looking at the thing. I could honestly feel my heartbeat getting faster. I scooted past it as stealth as one could, in hopes that this thing would not see me! No joke, I tiptoed right past this beast just to get to my stairs. I would of rather my 30-year-old ex girlfriend from Las Vegas (woof) just be sitting the steps that lead to my crib (would be creepy, but I know she is capable of finding my place)...but, I was not that lucky.

Some of you may be afraid of spiders, snakes, the dark, toilets.. idk

I almost pooped my skinny jeans last night; and I needed to get this out and in the open, I am DEATHFULLY afraid of...frogs and toads. PHEW! That felt good..

It was like this thing was just waiting for me to get home. I was creeped/grossed out!

EWWWW!!

I mean look at this thing! This is not even the beast I crossed paths with last night, because I did not take a picture(nor would I be able to get close enough to do so) I had to use this "Getty Approved" images. This frog or toad that was kickin' it by my stairs last night looked like it was starving, and wanted to eat my face!

Epic Back story One

So, my parents own businesses and I kicked it at my grandmas creepy house most of the time as a young child. I remember my grandma always had this window well full of toads/frog! Now, I did not always HATE frogs/toads. I was a curious child, and this one day I grabbed a bucket from my grandmas garage and transported them bad boys from the window well to the bucket, like it was my job..must of been like 10(no joke). I proceeded to grab the grill grate from Grandma Emerick's grill that was in the backyard, and dug a nice little hole in the sand box where I attempted to make my own little frog/toad zoo!

Being that I used the grill grate (looks like iron lines), these little things hopped right out! I went back to my adventures after a nice peanut butter and jelly to view my frog/toad zoo. As young Huggie hovers his curious little face over this frog/toad zoo he notices... all but one frog/toads were gone. This is the first time I came face to face with my first fear..face to face with a angry, mob leader of a green dude. This one spotted frog/toad just sat bubbling out his throat, and glaring at me. I kid you not, this guy was calling for his posse, and within 5 minutes of making observation I was surrounded by rouge, pissed off gangsta frogs.....(Keep in mind..I was 5)

I sprinted for the fence that marked the end of my Grandma Emericks backyard. Attempting to hop this epicly huge fence(Like I said I was 5), I went and grabbed the fence only to get a handful of frog/toad. #Barf

Epic Back Story Two

The subdivision that I grew up in, the back yard was kind of a golf course. So, it had tons of ponds and small bodies of water.  Me and the homies of Beecher, Illinois were outdoors babies. Fishing always seemed like a good idea. When you are young and your Dad and Grandpa go fishing once a month..you want to make the elders proud of your casting and catching.

One day, me and the crew were fishing away and I did this horrible side cast...when I went into my "back cast" the hook caught the eye of THE BIGGEST FROG I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!!! This pond did not just have toads, it had these HUGE BULL FROGS!(#Barf)

So, this frog lets out this yell and starts hoping like a crazy person...I ran! I did not know what to do, my buddy Chad Crews was like "what did you do!". needless to say this frog was mad! On the run away from the man eating frog, I remember something.."S**T, that was my dads fishing pole". I knew I(10 year old Huggie) had to go back, and get this pole ...and it has to be frog free.

Sigh*

I am glad I have great friends like Chad, because we planed this thing out like champs. I did NOT want to hurt this green guy any more than my fishing hook already had (but what great aim I have!). I over came my fear of bit, and had chad snatch the fishing pole while I grabbed the frog (#Barf). I held this slimy, gross, screaming, frog while I got the hook out from his eye. Some Dr. Huggie type-ish! When I let go of this frog I swear this guy hopped after us for 3 miles!

It leads to my question, what are your fears?? Could be something as small as a frog, or the dark. Maybe, its something bigger.

#Iloveyourface