New Girl has a DFM - Debilitating Fear of Moths - and bees don't do much for her either. These are exactly the type of insects bound to get caught up in the wispy, floating tendrils of her honey-gold hair - her flaxen locks - causing her to scream and shaving about five years off your life. It's particularly exciting when this happens in the car.
I'm sympathetic, given that my way of dealing with a huntsman indoors is to consider burning the entire house down and rebuilding in the style of a white hermetically-sealed pod with no creepy corners, just graceful curves everywhere.
We once concluded that the scariest animal in the world would be a huntsman riding on a bee's back.
Today as we walked to the sandwich shop I stumbled, seemingly over nothing, which is my way of doing things. New Girl looked concerned so I told her that I had been tripped by a moth, a moth holding out a huntsman's leg. The thought of this made her scream. But at least it was with laughter.