Child of a very enthusiastic wonderful Field Biologist (finally officially retired at 73, but still teaching on the sly)…endured every last dead thing in the back of the 70’s station wagon; Sharks (specialty), but every dead thing we’d come on in the road travelling in Mexico, six kids in tow, he’d get out and inspect it, and if decent, skin it—particularly remember the Anteater—and toss it in the back of the car. Our freezer was always full of dead critters. I thought that was a normal thing. Well, of course a frozen bat might be right up next to the Ice Cream, what of it?
Consequently, I have absolutely No germyphobyness, at all at all. I lived through Dissect-0-rama as a kid, and am hail and hearty. I do like to keep the bathroom clean, though.