Prawns, shrimp, lobster and crab; as a long-time underwater diving enthusiast, I’ve seen them all in their natural habitat and they give me the shudders. Even while wearing rubber gloves I’ve never liked handling them. From once living in Africa, I remember the huge Goliath beetle—not at all fondly. I know children who keep large hairy tarantula spiders as pets and enjoy grossing out their parents’ guests. Count me in that latter group. If cicadas ever invade my neighborhood, I’d probably emigrate. I don’t care for bugs.
Psychiatrists claim to be able to treat something they call entomophobia, the fear of bugs, but none actually understand it. There are numerous theories; I know most of them. Some of these attempted explanations are insightful while others are fanciful. But whatever explains it, I am not the only person disturbed by creepy-crawlies. It’s actually most of us.
Perhaps some of the near universal revulsion of creepy-crawlies might stem from the Bible’s explicit denunciation of bugs as food. Bear with me as I walk you through more verses on this topic than you might have expected. And they are all from the same single chapter in Leviticus.