Goats. I am terrified of goats. The big, bitey kind. Also needles, throwing up, that and tripping and falling randomly breaking my neck at the most inconvenient possible time when I'm busy hating life (probably work) and not getting to be in my happy place (holding my mate) one last time before kicking the bucket, which is oddly specific but seems to come up as a worry fairly often; I need a new job. #_#