Well, since you were brave enough to share your roach story, Deku, I will share mine. As I mentioned, I lived in NYC on the first floor of an apartment building. (For those of you not in the know, 1st floor = above the trash compactor/basement area i.e. right above where roaches love to hide and play). We had those regular little roaches, and what we call waterbugs, the big 1.5-2 inch, flying yuckies. (I think in the south the terms are reversed? I've also heard the biggies referred to as palmetto bugs.)

Ok. So... roaches love kitchens. On more than one occasion, I would get a drink of water in the middle of the night, and wake up a moment later with a waterbug (i.e. big freakin thing) on me. (Once, I woke up with one in my cleavage.) Mind you, this all was during my ever so impressionable childhood. I eventually learned to turn the light on and count to ten before entering the kitchen, and over time, the neighborhood got classier, and the new management started some manner of annual pest control, because it's nowhere near as bad now when I go visit my father in that same apartment. In fact, I don't think I've seen any roaches there in the last few years.

So... roaches are seriously out of the question for me. Put me in the middle of a swarm of spiders, bees, rats... you name it, and I'm fine. One roach will give me insomnia for nights.

On that note, back to the original question: who's got dirt on silkworms, butterworms, or phoenix worms?