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Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been afraid of bees, even though I’ve never actually been stung.
Actually, that’s a good lesson right there. We’re often most afraid of the things we’ve never experienced.
Anyway, having a stinging insect phobia as a resident of Florida was certainly inconvenient. That’s something they don’t put in the state publicity material.
It’s not just bees, wasps, and yellow jackets either, though there are lots of those. I was once chased by a biting fly around my yard, which unfortunately no one could see but I could hear buzzing along behind me.
I don’t know what made my dad decide he needed to intervene. Maybe it was because no matter how many times he tried to tell me to be brave, I wasn’t. Maybe it was because for all his demands that I not whine, wince, or otherwise squeal in their presence, I did anyway. I couldn’t help it.
I guess in his mind, that left only one alternative: put me in the middle of a bee swarm.