For me it's real. Hella real. I know it's irrational and ya'll gon think I'm crazy(er) but I think bugs follow me.
No no! Wait! Hear me out. I always have bug encounters. My friends tease me talm bout they following me b/c they trying to get me to harness their powers. Fukk Shino's clan. Get them shyts away from me. It's not in my head. If I'm in a group, bugs will single me out. I've had praying mantis land on my arms out of nowhere. Hell I was in Thailand TELLING my friends about this shyt and while they were scoffing a big ass end-time beast beetle landed on my thigh. I've gon camping once or twice and I woke up covered in caterpillars. Nobody else did. Just me. Bugs are a$$holes.
If I see a bug in my apartment, I have to kill it. If it gets away I can't sleep. I've damn near ran off the road b/c a bug was in my car.
Part of the reason I'm a neat freak is to avoid bugs. Every single surface in my kitchen is wiped down and disinfected. Trash is swept. I walk barefoot when cleaning the floors to ensure I've gotten every bit of dirt and grime. Carpet is vacuumed weekly so earwigs don't come b/c they bring even more pests like house centipedes.
I'd take mice over bugs. I've gotten a lot better and try to cultivate some empathy so I do the catch and release if I can keep my eyes on the little fukkers and get my cup and cardboard. But if I'm surprised, it's me or them.
I'm good with frogs, lizards, mice, snakes...but bugs?! Bugs?!
Nah.