That limit is when I’m in a restaurant, waiting for my meal, when the appetizer starts wiggling.
Especially when they’re the squirming grub sort of bug.
Spiders in the bathroom? Okay. Flies in my bedroom? It’s just about the only way I can get my cat to exercise. Flies in my soup? Not okay by any means, but still marginally better than larvae in my crackers.
Don’t make a fuss - everybody will want one!
I sometimes like bugs - I was marvelling at the antics of some Devil’s Coach Horse beetles near to my picnic rug on Saturday. 24 hours later, I found a deer tick attached to my midriff which must have attached itself when I folded up the rug - I had been feeling an itch since the picnic, but just thought a mosquito must have got me. (Monitoring the bite area now in case of Lyme disease)