Anybody said acrophobia? This place combines two of my phobias, for heights and deep water. It's called Preikestolen. ~600 meters straight down to the fjord, which happens to be about equally deep. For you Americans who use the Silly system of measurements, over that edge there is no solid ground for 4000 feet.
Good thing it isn't cracking up or anything like th-... oh.
I'll be going there next summer. It should either cure my vertigo, or cement it forever.
My other, and far deeper phobia, though, is bug-related. I'm okay with single insects. True, some bigger spiders still make me recoil and reach for the nearest blunt object, but those aren't the worst. The terror is
masses of insects, particularly arachnids. Ten tiny spiders are worse than one big. Show me a hundred of them in one place, and I would never go near that place again.
I also don't like dogs, after too many experiences with sudden barking, running and jumping. My last encounter with one, I was centimetres away from lashing it with a garden hose. My relatives who own the dog were less than happy, but I was forgiven. It's not like I haven't had the phobia for years.