I think it's good to be able to handle things that are dirty and gross. I'd even argue that it's a skill that can be trained. Human evolution has made us very repulsed of filth as a way to keep ourselves safe, but it's extraordinarily easy to sanitize yourself when you have access to things like running hot water.
Working with nature I have to deal with decay a lot. It's just a part of the cycle. Not just that but we also process an immense amount of manure at the farm, to the point where we have a massive pit out in the open air that's full of the stuff, just wasting away until it becomes useable as fertilizer (btw did y'all know manure needs to age before being usable as manure?).
When it gets cold and the sun disappears for the dark months, tomatoes can not process the water that the vines pump up into them and they burst open in a neat little slit. It's an open wound that air borne spores find a home in. And so they fester with molds in bright white, sooty black, and all shades between.
If you store onions wrong after harvest they will start to ferment. Good onions, I say, feel rock hard. This year we have to squeeze and prod for any signs of foulness. I cut the neck of onions open and they are blue with mold. I prefer it so much over the wet soupy mess of rot.
I come home from the fields covered in mud, so compacted under my shoes I feel taller. I quarantine my work clothes in a corner to wash later. When I am clean I take the time to check on the bucket of nettle that's purposefully decomposing in water, the first step of making my own nettle fabric. The water has grown dark and bubbles are forming, and I smile. I welcome it, I can handle things that are dirty and gross.
