I grew up with a prankster father, an older, and sandwiched between male cousins on both sides of my family. I have zero aversions to anything squishy, slithery, bugs, spiders, rodents, etc. I learned early to show no fear, or else that fear would be exploited.
A couple of years ago, I was a chaperone for the high school youth group at my church. The diocese here used to do a yearly youth convention and I got tapped to be the female chaperone. Whoever was running it asked for volunteers to come up on stage for a bit, and I obliged my kids and went up. The bit was a prank where we were blindfolded and asked to put our hands into a bowl to guess what was in there. It was something like pennies, cold spaghetti, etc., and the final bowl we were told to take off the blindfold to see it was full of dirt and worms. The joke being our reaction. Well, the male chaperone, and various youth all squealed their surprise while I just stood there nonplussed, my eyes saying, "is that all there is." I really didnt care that I was just on stage fondling earthworms while wearing a blindfold. I was upset I now had dirt under my fingernails and I was craving a cigarette.