I am only afraid of two things on this planet. My own temper and fucking bees. I've been called to take care of countless critters that freaked everybody else out without blinking. I get buzzed by a bee and I'll go run and hide like a little girl. I don't give a shit. Of course the fact that I am deathly allergic to bee stings might have something to do with it. I got stung by a bee 35 years ago and I still have a scar to remind me to get the fuck out of there when I see one.