I'm always interested in the look on people's faces when they cross the threshold into our den, after I mention our Jubs to them. Initially I think that people really don't see them--sort of like blotting out those traumatic moments of great embarrassment or terror.
They sometimes ask where they are, then when I point them out ("big as Dallas") - they invariably do a double-take then stare for a moment, at least until they think of something pleasant to say, and that often takes a while. You can see fleeting moments of disgust etched into their faces, then they find their diplomatic face to put on. "oh, well...I..."
Sometimes they just keep their eyebrows furrowed for the duration of staring at them, while they ask the question "where did you find those?...".
;-}
Chris
PS: It's probably good that the ceiling where they reside is 10' high - otherwise I think that I would never be able to play Hitchcock movies or the Twilight Zone while there was enough light in the room to see them -- it would be too scary...