I love bugs. Not to say I don't also have an insane fear of them.
A lot of people would think this is hypocritical of me, but I think it's a pretty common sentiment that people have with other things, too. For example, I love my (much younger) siblings, they're adorable, but actually spending time around two blood-thirsty iPad demons every day isn't the greatest.
But now, more about bugs! I always grew up being fascinated with the little freaks, from scooping up pillbugs in elementary recess, to staring at cool beetles I found outside. We were never allowed to have any pets growing up (other than a betta fish which lived for something like 6 years, R.I.P. to the misleadingly-named Rainbow Butterfly), because of my mom's cat allergy, and her unwillingness to have yet another hairy loud creature running around the house, so getting to keep pillbugs as "pets" was the next best thing.
At this point, you may be wondering what happened to the whole thing about me having a fear of bugs. And that's because I'm only afraid of most bugs. Pillbugs are okay, because they probably can't bite off one of my fingers when provoked. Probably.
My fear is actually mildly tragic, because I'd really love to be an entomologist someday (which, before you think it's a worthless occupation, oddly enough has genuine ties to finding a cure for cancer), however it'd probably freak me out too much in the end.
Which is why I'm going to write a resume which includes in my required accomodations that I be allowed to wear a giant hazmat suit every time I have to go within 5 feet of any bug.
(This does not just apply to jobs in entomology, it will be in every job.)
