Letting out a piercing scream, I ran as fast as I possibly could.
My partner Chris, now 35, and children Daniella, now 16, Jenson, now 13, and Poppy, now 10, all had the same idea, too.
As picking up an injured bumble bee, my daughter Alyssa, then 13, cupped it up in her bare hands.
She wasn’t fazed by insects, even though the rest of us were all petrified.
‘Bumble bees don’t sting you, Mum, it’s wasps you have to be scared of,’ Alyssa chuckled.
And ever since she was tiny, she’d always had the same affinity for all animals.
Which meant as a family we’d often go to farms and petting zoos, so the kids could hold and cuddle ducks.
As well as that, we’d head to Hersham Beach often in the school holidays, where both Alyssa and Daniella would go swimming, as the rest of
