Bees/hornets/wasps.
When I was young, and at a summer camp, I was swarmed while kicking a haystack to retrieve a lost arrow that missed the target. I was stung over a 20 times on one single leg and ever since, I turn into a pansy when I see anything with a stinger flying.
I've forced myself to become much stronger since becoming a father, as I don't want to pass the fear onto my son. No matter how well I put up the casual front when near one though, deep down, they freak me out.
Coming in at a very close 2nd: Joan Rivers
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