This is insane, I thought. What are you going to do, pass on this fear to another generation?
I barely heard her. I was too stunned to speak, my tongue no longer working. There is no way in the world that it’s more scared than I am right now, I thought, as I inched my way forward.
Sherri took hold of my hand. “If you stay there it’s going to sting you. You need to move!”
I was in a clearing in the woods, far from my bunkhouse. The bee was on my arm, and the bee was big. Correction: It was massive. Gigantic! The size of a lizard! Well, to my eight-year-old mind, anyway. And it cloaked me with the familiar paralysis that occurred every time a bee made its unwelcome appearance.
Still, I kept moving. Sherry pulled me along as fast as she could. My eyes were huge, round, glassy and unfocused. Until the bee finally flew off, the world may as well not have existed. I wasn’t just terrified, I was full-on phobic.
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