It might also be worth noting that as far as I know, anyone who has a phobia (or even “rational” fear) of things like insects, rodents, and snakes can overcome it. I’m not saying anyone should, as it’s their preference.
I had my share of bee and wasp stings as a kid, and as a late-teen (away from home at an overnight camp) I was stung by a hornet and went into anaphylactic shock. For the next 15 years or so, I carried around a resentful and angry fear over being so vulnerable and weak against something so small and bothersome. Whenever I saw a stinging insect, I thought to myslelf, “that thing could kill me.” I carried epinephrine, and when I actually had to use it once (again, away from home, at camp), my fear of dying caused such an adrenaline rush that my friends feared I wouldn’t be able to hold a needle in my hand, much less administer the injection. I didn’t even feel the poke of the needle, and I ended up fine. One of the annoying things is that I may not have needed the shot because I reacted to a hornet, but I guess I was too scared to not take the shot.
Anyway, I no longer carry the fear, and I treat bees and wasps like I would any other insect in the world (well, except the ones that I would handle). I returned to my bedroom after a shower to find wasp flying around. I lived alone and was not dressed so I felt a twinge of fear. I took a deep breath to remain calm, kept my distance, and walked to the window that didn’t have a screen. I opened it, stepped away, and being still, imagined myself flying out the window. Immediately, the wasp flew toward the window and wafted out. The next day, the same exact thing happened, and I took care of it the same way.