When I was little we had a boy in one of the many neighborhoods I lived in. We called him Bugs. I don't remember his real name, nor do I remember where we lived when I knew him. (Army brat). We called him Bugs because he ATE bugs, ANY bugs, even the most disgusting ones. It always fascinated me that he could put those things in his mouth and the moving parts didn't immediately kick in the gag reflex. Lots of times my own gag reflux kicked in but I couldn't stop watching him eat them. At times you could even hear the crunchiness of them. EWWWW!
I'm not especially scared of bugs, nor am I enamored of them, but being in the South of Texas has introduced me to ones I've never seen before. Some of them do give me the heebie jeebies.