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I remember being fascinated by ants and wasps and other bugs when I was a kid. I'd set out a Coke can and stand back 20 feet and use my telescope to watch wasps land on it.

I am very scared of wasps; my cousin was stung in the eye once.

When I was a young boy, I used to gaze through the microscope of my father at the insects in amber that he kept in the house. And they were remarkably well preserved, morphologically just phenomenal.

In my youth, I spent my time investigating insects.

My earliest memory is aged three, seeing sunlight on water and feeling it was really magical.

My family, we're all WASPs.

I always remember my childhood house with happy memories. There was a beautiful garden, and outside my bedroom window was a jasmine vine which would open in the evenings, giving off a divine scent.

It's wonderful to me that bees have this simple, age-old thing going on.

I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.

When I was about 2 years old, I found a bee that had been stepped on on the foot path, and so I picked it up to rescue it, and it stung me on the hand. From that day forward, I've been terrified of bees.