I think I've established by talking to my sister that I have a very dulled reflex when it comes to bugs being on me, because like even when I had her hold Marshmallow, she was like saying how she can't trust that she might just automatically yeet him because he's a bug touching her and its a weird sensation of bug feet. And then bugs land on me and I just don't bat an eye. That blessed march fly who landed on my nose while I was typing notes for my story while taking in the outdoors a few weeks ago, I didn't even stop typing; she just started climbing on my glasses and I was like "give me a second, bug, I need to finish typing this." And then she flew away lmao.