I have a fear of anything with more than four legs (don't give me that "talk with a cane" sphynx riddle crap, I mean bugs, and if it's supposed to have more than four legs, pulling legs off does not help). I was probably classically conditioned at least two times; when I was really little a swarm of wasps fell (poisoned but not dead) in ym grandomther's living room and I stepped on a few, barefoot, and was stung. Another time, I was being made to stand outside by a fence with the rest of my class for a reason I no longer remember (some discipline during recess) and I only realized I weas in an anthill when I felt pricks on my legs and saw that my entire lower half was covered in little black ants.
Oh, by the way- I am under arial attack in my apartment. I get a couple of wasps every day now. I vaccuum the little bastards when I'm alone and when my boyfriend is here, he gets to play macho man and save the squeamish female. I don't care about blowing my image when there's a wasp, spider, or other freaky bug; I just want the fuckers dead.
