Grandma is under the mistaken impression that I don't really have fear. That's what love does, I guess. I think it's because she has a really strong instinct to stay alive, and I don't particularly fear death and have demonstrated it on several occasions to her discomfiture.
I do fear disability. Not sure it will ever happen, but I can't stand the thought of being dependent on others.
Spiders, snakes, bats, rats, meh. Part of the natural order of things. In fact, spiders eat mosquitoes, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Eyes. Can't stand things near my narrowed beadies. The thought, for instance, of having contacts to put on my eyes makes me want to crawl out of my own skin.