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Is anyone else scared of bees or birds?

We’ve been having some really nice weather down here in Knoxville for the past few weeks. Recently I went out to my car and realized that the bushes nearby were covered in bees. I hate bees. And when I say hate I mean I’m terrified of them. Always have been and I’m not sure why. I never had a traumatic moment growing up at summer camp where I wandered into a hive. Never had a queen hide in my lunchbox out on the playground. But since I can remember, I’ve always been scared of bees. After seeing them near my car that day, the whole ride home I was on edge. Every time the wind hit me weird, I thought I had a bee in my hair. Every time I had an itch, it was a bee crawling up my leg. I know one day I’m going to reenact this scene from Tommy Boy.

My one big bee experience, the one and only time I’ve been stung, occurred at a Cluck-U chicken. I was eating lunch, a dozen very saucy, very spicy wings, when a bee flew in and got me right in the neck. Immediately my sauce covered hand went straight for me neck. Now I imagine that a bee sting in itself it somewhat painful, but covering it in hot sauce did not help the situation. So along with a pain in my neck, I had to suffer the rest of the workday (did I mention I was on a lunch break from my first real office job?) smelling like wing sauce with an orange collar.

Sometimes I think my fear has more to do with the fact that bees fly. I also hate birds. Less in the fear-inducing hysteria sense and more in the creeped out sense. I still don’t understand how they make good pets. I like my pets cuddly, no feathery. Even when I got to zoos or indoor places with birds flying around, I always keep an eye open to make sure they don’t get too close. Oh and there was the one time I came home to my apartment after a night of birthday drinking to find a bat in the kitchen. It was like a scene out of a sitcom.

Anyone else have a fear like this? Have you ever had to leave a room or place or walk across the street because of something you were afraid of? Or better yet, have you ever had to run away screaming like a 6 year old?