I am deathly afraid of being reincarnated as a bug. If you’re a bug, you’re basically guaranteed to die a horrible death. Either your wife is going to kill you and eat you, likely by ripping off your head. Or you can be torn limb from limb in a battle with some rival bugs. But most likely, you’re going to be eaten by frog or a bird, swallowed whole, and slowly digested while you’re still alive, like the Sarlaac Pit Monster in Star Wars. Bugs don’t die of old age.
