Reflections on the Nature of Fear

This occurred to me today: fear has a great deal to do with perception and definition.
Take for instance this revelation I had at work today.
I'm absolutely petrified of wasps and hornets, yet I'm not at all afraid of bees. In the course of my work, I'm exposed to all manner of flying/sting insects, but for some reason, only the wasps get to me. I run like a sissy when I see wasps.
To be true, I have been stung more frequently by wasps, but I've also been stung by honey bees and bumble bees.
So today I find myself in a place populated by thousands of honey bees and bumble bees, all busily harvesting the nectar of the salal flowers. I was aware of the bees, as their constant droning was quite loud. I walked literally through a sea of buzzing bees. I felt no fear. But I had this one nagging thought: I won't be able to hear the wasps over all this bee racket!
So then I got afraid (momentarily). Clearly, I perceive honey bees to be benign and industrious workers who mean me no harm. Wasps, on the other hand, I characterize as malicious and harmful.
Maybe it's all in my head!