I really do try not to be squeamish about them, and mostly I manage to resist the urge to scream, at least in public,  when one startles me by creeping out of a corner or looking me in the eyes in a public toilet. But sometimes, they’re so big, so gross and so, um, present, that I have to leave the room or I will simply lose it. Let’s see some examples. Follow me on Twitter @bizmkter.