When I was 4 years old, I was in the hospital for several days with pneumonia, and it took something like 19 tries to get an IV in me. I would wake up in the middle of the night crying, “No more needles!” No surprise, that led to an irrational fear of needles.
Which led to an irrational fear of bees. As far as I’m concerned, bees are just mean little critters with needles.
Which makes this my worst nightmare.
