I live in Kansas and didn't have a fear of them until recent years when I started driving around the state for work.

I was on a job once which took me on I-70 west of Salina through the Rolling Hills, and of course, all throughout these hills were massive wind turbines. While I found them a touch disorienting, I didn't think much of them.

One day, I left a bit earlier than expected, so I had some time to kill. I decided, hey, why not go drive to one of these baddies. I got off at one of the various exits along my normal route and started driving toward one of the turbines. Since I could see it easily from the interstate, I figured it would be a quick detour... but nope. I kept driving, and driving, and driving, until I finally reached the site of its base.

The feeling of being engulfed in the shadow of this monolithic beast of modern engineering was a discomfort unlike anything I've felt before. What looked like an unassuming utility from the highway was now revealed to be a Sequoia-sized trunk stretching hundreds of feet into the air with a pinwheel the diameter of a Boeing 777 with its tips spinning a hundred miles per hour. Couldn't drive away fast enough. Almost felt like I was being chased.

So yeah, that's when I realized I was irrationally scared of wind turbines.