The closest I’ve ever come to “fear” of an insect was the day I discovered “Tarantula Hawks”. Imagine a giant purple, orange-winged wasp dragging a very large tarantula across the ground; like Tony Soprano disposing of a body. Whose only reaction, upon noticing my startled gaze, was to continue dragging it’s victim, completely unphased, while looking at me like, “What? You want to take a picture or something?”