I am very afraid of ants. When I was little, we lived in Southern California for about 3 months (mom hated it there) and right before we moved back to Montana, I remember playing with this little girl I was friends with at the time. We were playing right outside the front of her house, near the sidewalk. We were squatting, and I think playing with matchbox cars. Well anyways, my friend squatted in a red fire ant pile without knowing it. Pretty soon she was screaming bloody murder, and swiping at herself with her hands. She was wearing a dress, so they just climbed right up her legs, and got under all her clothes. I was so afraid, I didn't know what happened at first. She was stung or bitten (or whatever they do) so badly that her parents took her to the ER. She ended up being ok, but that experience has made me sooooo afraid of ants. We actually had an invasion of sugar ants in our house this year, and it was horrible. They came into our bedroom, on my side of the bed of course, and I called my husband crying. He actually had to come home from work to kill and spray for ants because I was being hysterical about it.
Oh, I HATE outhouses too. I'm always afraid they they are going to collapse, and I will fall in!