Oh, boy, where to begin?
Yeah, stinging insects; yeah, dogs; yeah, heights; yeah, flying; yeah, death; yeah, pain; yeah, what else do you want??
I had to live with a Rottweiler once for a few months, though, which helped me get rid of much of my fear of dogs. Still freak out (silently) at the big ones, though.
Flying... I can't go to the U.K. if I don't fly, so I just have to go through with it. I got sent to Chicago for two weeks of training for my job last year, so I definitely had to go through with that. I'm actually worse about it now than I was starting out; I put off buying the ticket until the last possible moment because once I've made the commitment the risk I'm taking is all I can think about. I have trouble eating...
Oh, and loud noises--mainly because of another fear... going deaf.
And don't forget cockroaches. At least I can live with them, since they don't sting. Maybe I just find them icky.
Occasionally I still worry about the prospect of a nuclear attack.
I fear that my best won't be good enough. I fear I'll never find companionship. I fear that just being myself will keep me from financial security.
"Lives devoted to Beauty seldom end well." --Sir Kenneth Clark