Moths. Hate 'em. If a moth flies into the room, I shriek and hide under something until someone can get rid of it for me. If it's just me in the room, I shriek and cringingly try and get rid of it, flapping my arms and trying to keep my ears covered.

Because they ALWAYS go for my ears. D: They'll flutter around me and flutter around my ears and I HATE THAT SO MUCH.

FOrtunately it's just the big ones which freak me out. The little ones are OK, it's the giant furry ones which bang around blindly which get to me.