I've kept my lips sealed long enough. But it's time for the truth. A few months ago, I made the mistake of coming out as bunnyphobic on Facebook. At the time, I didn't really realize that I was bunnyphobic. Or that there was even such a thing. And, ok, I totally made up the term. It's just that there were (and are) a lot of bunnies in my building's courtyard and I wrote about how creepy I thought it was. If anything, I'm any-kind-of-animal-in-very-large-numbers-phobic. Ladybugs are a good example. One ladybug chilling out is alright, but then you have those weird days when there are hundreds ladybugs hanging out in a pile in the corner of your window. That's not biblical plague-level shit, but it kinda feels like it and it makes my insides twist up. It's a moving mound and it's kinda stank (Because ladybug pee... or whatever those secretions are? I'm not a ladybug science person.) Another example would be puppies. I see a puppy and thin...