Spiders and snakes don't bother me a bit.
Bridges and narrow roads. Or narrow bridges. The only panic attack I have ever had was on the freeway in San Francisco, where there are multiple tiers of highway way up in the sky like concrete spaghetti. 2 foot guardrail, no shoulder, hundreds of feet in the air, traffic moving 60 mph. Had no choice but to keep going, even though everything in me was telling me to stop.
Bridges and narrow roads. Or narrow bridges. The only panic attack I have ever had was on the freeway in San Francisco, where there are multiple tiers of highway way up in the sky like concrete spaghetti. 2 foot guardrail, no shoulder, hundreds of feet in the air, traffic moving 60 mph. Had no choice but to keep going, even though everything in me was telling me to stop.