It's not quite as bad as it looks. I have no problem with most of these things as long as they are outside and not in my hair or my bra. I've had an issue or two with beetles plunging down my humble cleavage and nestling in my bra while I was outside minding my own business. I've been at Ground Zero of a cicada emergence and had them pelting me and trying to crawl inside my shirt. Wasps and bees tend to go for my hair a lot; I think it has something to do with the shampoo I use. Or maybe they're just attracted to the glorious copper color of my unnaturally red hair. But as long as they stay away from me, there's plenty of room for me and flying creatures in nature.
I love to sit outside at twilight and watch the bats swooping over our backyard. I enjoy watching the sparrows at our bird feeder in winter. I'm happy to see bees flitting from flower to flower in the butterfly garden. But these winged monsters cross a line when they cross my threshold. My fear becomes much bigger than these little creatures with their evil wings. My brain knows I'm bigger than them and tries to talk sense into me. "Really," it says, "who is afraid of sparrows?" And my chicken heart and lily liver reply, "WE ARE!!" Especially bats. Bats in the house are just creepy and there is nothing irrational about that fear.
What is your irrational fear?