Well, I learned to overcome my fear of spiders, Jeff, and finally figured out that I could deal with them without calling my husband home from the office! (just kidding - I overcame it because I knew he expected me to do so)
But, when he was at home, I let him protect me from flying “woo-woos” (Moths really freaked me out, particularly at night) Bees never bothered me, nor bats, so why moths? Who knows!
Overcame my fear of “mouses in the houses” by getting a very fast Belgian Malinois bitch, who loved to track them down, wait patiently for them to come out from under wherever, and instantly break their little necks. So much better than traps!
She always got a big treat, and a “good girl”.
Probably not what you really wanted to hear, but I was always good in a serious emergency, when reaction to save lives took over, and feminine silliness over the little stuff got sent to the rear of the strange female brain.
I can't understand the spiders but I can understand the feathers because we used to beat him gently with feather pillows.