I’M TERRIFIED OF ANIMALS AND HOLDING A KOALA
Koala’s Aren’t Bears
First off, let me remind everyone that a koala is a koala not a koala bear. Aussie’s can be particular about this. Now, let’s begin with how very few people will honestly say they were terrified holding a koala. But I was. Inside, I was freaking out every second that I had the koala in my arms. You’re probably wondering why I even bothered to hold the koala if I was scared. Well, because. Have you ever seen someone’s reaction when you tell them you’re going to Australia? The only thing they ever mention is how you HAVE to hold a koala. So I did and I had to.
In Sydney, you aren’t allowed to hold koalas, only touch them. This softened me up a bit but my deep-seeded fear of animals was still prevalent as ever. After Sydney, we traveled to Cairns where you are definitely allowed to hold koalas. My family was stoked and I was anything but.
Holding a koala doesn’t mean cradling it like a teddy bear as most people think. Cuddling a koala “bear” means standing like a tree. Putting your arms at your hips like you’re holding a baby. You are not to move but simply deceive the koala into thinking you’re merely a tree. And then snap, a picture is taken and your bucket list item is checked off.
Time to Stand Like a Tree
I shoved my sister in front of me and my dad behind me. Somehow I thought not being first or last would ease my anxiety. It didn’t. I still was fumbling around like a buffoon until it was my turn. I crept up to the camera and got into place; the koala was set into my arms. I could see its long fingers and it completely freaked me out. As you can see my face in the picture is the epitome of uncomfortableness. Waiting for the koala to get out of my arms was like waiting for rain in a drought. I couldn’t get rid of that thing fast enough. I know, I know you never hear people say this. But it’s true, I didn’t enjoy any part of cuddling the koala.
After my dad’s turn, I saw him flick his hands and a wet spot on his shirt. The koala peed and pooped on him!!! I was like, “OMG if that would have happened to me I would have died and probably dropped it!!” My dad just said he kept praying I wouldn’t drop it because you know they’re like endangered an all.
So, I conquered my animal fear yet again. But, truth be told, I have no desire to hold a koala again. I can say I did it and that’s that but I truly freaked out on the inside. I’m sure all of you think I’m absolutely crazy to be scared of a koala but you know what? IT IS WHAT IT IS!
Anybody else terrified of animals yet force themselves to touch them left and right??! What’s wrong with me (I promise I’m not a psycho killer since I hate, rather I’m terrified, of animals!).