I wonder if there was some sort of childhood moment that made you so terrified of bugs? My bug story: I was working at a nice restaurant as a manager. There were banquette tables that were against the wall. Table 50 had 4 people at it that were all busily eating their meals. I looked at them, nodded and smiled. Then I noticed that next to one of the woman's head on the wall was a giant cockroach, at least 2-3 inches long. -A big one. I remained calm, grabbed one of our napkins and walked over to the table. As I asked, Had they seen the roach, there certainly would have been screams and it would have made a scene and likely had an impact on future business. I earned my paycheck that day. I hate cockroaches, it took all my willpower to do that."how is the food this evening"
, I leaned against the wall casually with the napkin in my hand and squashed the bug in it. They replied, "great, every things great"
, I nodded walked away and threw the napkin in the dumpster outside.