A woman was accidentally killed by a chainsaw. My thoughts go out to this man and his late wife.
I know that I’ll be a homeowner someday, and that my yard will be open to the sky. It will contain a doghouse and a ground-level playhouse, and maybe some grass, but NO TREES.
I hate those fucking things. Hated them ever since I was a kid. I’ve seen way too many horror movies. I don’t want to be anywhere NEAR them, even if they’re turned off or bladeless. When I am watching the Discovery Channel, if someone with a chainsaw shows up on the screen, I have a slight panic attack and change the channel. One time I was eating, a commercial about forestry and logging showed up, and I bit my tongue (my tongue squirted blood all over my chicken pot pie).
Is there any “-phobia” disease that matches my morbid fear of chainsaws? If there is, I must have it.