Yup.
I'm deathly scared of bees/spiders/centipedes/anything that's not a ladybug, butterfly, or stinkbug.
So yesterday I said "Oh look, there's a bee outside, near a tree 50 feet away. That scares me!"
Then I'm told to go outside.
On the porch.
Near some flowers.
And I have a white shirt on.
So after much fidgeting and trying to run inside because I'm scared the fuzzy little bumble bees are going to kill me, I finally stand in the middle of the porch, panicking and freaking out. I looked pretty stupid, I'm sure.
But it gets better.
A bee flew past my legs.
One shriek later, I'm inside tearing up (almost crying) and flipping out even more.
Looks like my supreme fear of the Fuzzy Ones needs work.
And yes, OCD can cause fear of insects and stuff like that -_-