I have had this life long fear of bees. It's not like an actual phobia, more like one of those really annoying fears that makes you scream as if you are being murdered, but is slightly more annoying, so people just look at you like you are the idiot chick who screams at retarded things. Now it is mostly a case where I don't like when they get near me, I can see them flying around and appreciate that they are so cute and fuzzy, but they always just feel like flying right at my face. I don't do the calm hold still thing very well, I do the scream and flail method by instinct.
So one day I am taking a shower. I jump out and grab my towel and start drying myself off. I get my arms, move down my tummy, and lean over to start drying off my legs. I stand up, and come face to face with a bee...locked in the bathroom with me....blocking the door. It was as if he were some sort of guard bee shouting "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!" He is literally just suspended in mid air looking me right in the face. Now I don't work well under pressure, or adrenaline. It's as if my brain freezes up and I forget that I am a human and I can think rationally. I do the first thing that pops into my head; I hold the towel up in front of me as if I can use it as a shield against his stare down. I realize he is blocking my exit, and start to panic. What am I going to do!? I am stuck behind this makeshift towel barrier and he is going to bust through it any moment! Well I quickly realize the only way to escape was to cover his head. So I throw the towel up and forward to try to catch him under. This is when things sped up for me. I did the whole shriek and flailing arms thing out of the bathroom. My sister is sitting on the couch in the living room reading her book peacefully. Then I run across the room, nude while screaming and flailing my arms back and forth as if I was in a bad horror film. Ya I was that chick.