So does the dog.

Maybe not. My former co-worker was terrified of bananas.

I was terrified of cats when I was a kid.

I am about this terrified of sharks. Can't even look at pictures of them. Shark Week is the worst time of year.

My dad thought it was a really good idea to let me watch Jaws when I was three. It wasn't.

And I happen to be terrified of shrimp.

I am deathly afraid of vomit.

I knew a chick that was deathly afraid of balloons. We had a lot of fun with that.

A guy I worked with was too scared to go to his car alone if there were birds outside.

I was about to ask, isn't she on Hoarders?

That's her.

Hufflepuff

I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I was thinking the exact same thing.

I kinda initially assumed this was the case, in that maybe he was kidnapped as part of some kind of turf war payback and forced at gunpoint to put three puppies in an industrial-strength blender, turn it on, and drink them all.

But I have a damaged, terrible mind.