Scorpions. *Shudders* For real, who likes these things? They're slimy looking, they have pinchers, they have stinging barb, and are notorious for hiding in shoes and stinging the crap out of you just for trying to get dressed in the morning.
They are totally creepy looking: spider meets lobster meets Venom. I know this is shallow, but belch.
Oh, and they can be deadly.
I once saw an episode of Man Vs. Wild where Bear Grills broke the stinger off of a scorpion and ATE it. I almost died.
Nelson seriously considered completing his PhD at Arizona State and all I could think was, "Arizona? But there are scorpions in Arizona! AHHHHH!"
Scorpions are the number two reason I have never visited the Southwest. The extreme heat is number one (and I'm not afraid of the heat, I just don't like it.) Or maybe scorpions are number one and the extreme heat is number two. I go back and fourth on this.
Full disclosure: I have never seen a real, live scorpion. I've only seen them on TV. I have never known anyone who's been stung by a scorpion. I don't even think I know anyone who knows anyone that's been stung by a scorpion.
What I'm saying is I realize my fear is totally irrational. Scorpions are not even native to the U.S Northeast coast where I live. But I don't care. I hate the little suckers and wouldn't mind if they went extinct. Sorry, scorpion lovers of the world, but that's just how I feel.