My wife has a bug phobia. "How does she smell?" "Terrible!" ha ha ha!
Hold on, no really, about the phobia.... I have learned what certain yelps from another room mean. A short one followed by silence is just an accident like dropping something, a highly excited one is a bug but I'm safe, any more than one of those yelps is my 911 from her, I must bravely go and kill some bug with extreme prejudice.
I never know what it will be until I get there. Here in So Cal there are so many bugs, and a lot of them want to eat you. Wolf spiders will chase you given the chance, and they can get quite big. If it's in my house it's fair game to kill; they don't mind biting me when I'm sleeping.
There are several bugs that she doesn't mind. I believe this is because of the cute names and Disney making them cute. In Britain they are called "ladybirds," here in America, it's "ladybugs." Sure they have cute spots, and there are endless children's books on them, but these little f**kers are cannibals. My wife chooses to over look that, oh and the fact they are beetles. She likes butterflies (I mean who doesn't?), but moths can all die. I tried calling them "nocturnal butterflies," but who will buy that?
In Britain we call them "woodlice." Nothing with the name lice can be good, unless you give them an image makeover in America and call them "rolie-polies," then they are just huggable.
I don't like bugs much myself, but lifting things and killing bugs, that's why man was created.