Until today I mainly treated my fear with "forget everything and run".
A friend of mine once told me that smaller animals usually don't attack the big ones (=humans). Since then I try not to jump anymore on the nearest chair and call for help or wait till the creature disappears.
Today however, I tried the second option "face everything and rise".
I was in the swimming pole with my nine year old neighbor boy, when I saw a frog frantically trying to get out of the swimming pole. We were practicing breast stroke and I managed to take a deep breath and say to D: "Look at the frog, how perfect are his legs moving". I am not sure if he was at ease with the frog at arm length, but neither did he volunteer to help the little one out of the pool.
There was no other option for me than to help "Kermit". I put my hand gently under his tiny body and lifted him out of the water. His light weight and the fact that he absolutely didn't move gave me a thrill. I never thought I could be touched by a frog. After a few moments of immobility I have put him down in the grass besides the pool. Grateful for the experience and proud of myself. Today I overcame a fear!