Since I was in about 5, I've despised squirrels more than I could attempt to write about. It all started as a young boy when a kid in my class told me a story that his older sisters has told him. The tale goes that a hunter was walking through the woods one day when he was attacked by squirrels. They chewed off his ears, nose, and most of his fingers. Looking back now, I was a fool to believe such a story. After that I was sick one day and my mother was video taping me as many parents do when their children are little. At one point a squirrel comes hopping through our yard and I immediately pulled up on the creature with my foam baseball bat. I continued to make gun noises and when my mom asked my why I did that I replied " Because theeeeyyy scratch." The home that I grew up in had to be squirrel headquarters of the town as there were hundreds, sometimes literally 5 or 6 chasing each other across the street at one time. I tried to do some home removal by baiting them and sniping them with my pellet gun at one point, but my mom put a stop to that real quick. Now the campus that I must walk through everyday is littered with the little devils as well, hundreds I would guess. I will go out of my way to avoid them, giving them the right-away on the sidewalk. You couldn't pay me to walk through a room of them! $1,000,000,000 couldn't begin to get me to do it, no matter how small the room is! I would do just about anything else other than that. So folks, it is a real phobia, and its called Sciurophobia.