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If only it could be as simple as Sobo fearing only wasps and not all manner of insects! Alas, the boy was predisposed to a hatred of all things creepy and crawly, and it would prove much too difficult for him to separate a bee from a wasp in the future. Helpful pollinators and meddlesome carnivores alike would receive the boy’s stink-eye and a wide, wide berth.

At least it wasn’t a spider.

Mwen pa renmen pinèz, said Sobo with a disgusted shudder. Even if a sting was easy to treat with mud, he would prefer never to experience it again. Now that he knew what caused it, the pain in his paw felt a hundred times worse. Hoisting it up so his mother could inspect it, Sobo asked, Èske li sèk ase?