My irrational fear is a fear of birds. Its irrational because I know that most birds are not out to get me, yet I can't help but feel like they are. Maybe its the beady little eyes that stare at me while I am siting at a sidewalk cafe, daring me to look away so that they can dart towards me. Maybe its the way they sit on the limbs or trees or on wires just waiting for me to get out of my car so they fly over and release their tiny weapons of mass disgustion.
But, the most likely reason is that when I was a boy of about four or five my parents owned an old house in the country. Next door to this house was a farm with a particularly mean bantam rooster. This rooster knew the moment I stepped off the front porch and would come running after me. If it caught me it would peck at my feet and ankles until I ran screaming back on to the front porch.
So, is my fear of birds irrational? Probably. But, in my mind, birds are good for one thing -- making buffalo wings.