I just saw my first butt ugly supersized american cockroach - in my studio, of all places.
I called her Honey Boo Boo.
 
 
Dude, those things actually fly a little and move around that fast??? - Sayeth the guy who grew up in the wild and actually went to grade school w/ a couple of polar bears and whose first girlfriend was probably at least half-wolf...
 
My wife almost died laughing while I was chasing that darn thing around the studio (w/ the baseball bat.) I think I managed to break a couple of her tibias and inflict her a few mortal wounds. 
 
If we're going to deal w/ any more of these 8-legged orange skinhead grizzlies from hell, I definitely want a crossbow... :P

I guess I shouldn't mention that wonderful saying about "If you see one, then there are a 100 you don't!"
 
No, I don't think I mention it.
 

So far, I'd been lucky. Apparently, there were black widows in the garage and around the house outisde. I managed to avoid seeing one. Which is good cause I walk around bare foot all the time, even in the garage.  I never want to see one. 
 
I'd seen a few big cockroaches outside. Big meaning about as big as a dime or not much bigger. Tonight, I almost called the Fringe division.
 
I've seen plenty of smaller dead ones because I have the exterminator on speed dial. ;) But nothing this big.
 
More seriously he (the bugs man) came just this morning. I hadn't seen anything inside the house for over a month, beside little tiny harmless bugs who seem to dwell close to the kitchen. He sprayed all around the house and in the kitchen. My studio is on the second floor and pretty isolated. My guess is that she may have walked in through the ventilation.
 
Anyway, a crossbow would be awesome. :P
 
These are the only Spiders I want to see:


 

 
 
And even then, I know I've said I wouldn't do that recently but the amp I am actually considering getting rid of in favor of another Marshall... :P
 

When I was a kid, the cockroaches would swarm up out of the manholes in the street every night.  The massive herd (pack, hive, infestation, Senate) would flow across every yard in the neighborhood.  In the summer, the ground would be a flowing carpet by about 10 PM.  Kids were not normally allowed indoors until then, so I was out there with them every evening.  Every single step in any direction was accompanied by a loud crunching noise.  There were many times when I really wished that I had shoes.
 
In the spring, the cicadas would emerge, covering every surface.  I thought I had Tinnitus for a while, but it turned out to be just the constant roar of cicadas 24 hours a day.  In the winter, there weren't as many insects to crush.  The silence was rather creepy.
 
Crossbow...  I wanted a flamethrower.

THIS FIELD IS NOT EMPTY YOU STUPID FORUM SOFTWARE!

A few years ago I had a hole in my bathroom ceiling for a while. I'd never had roaches in the apartment up until that point, but one day I came home from work, turned on the light in the bathroom and was confronted by a roach the size of a rat (that's how I remember it anyway) sitting on the edge of my sink. I felt like I'd been zapped by a car battery. The thing was so big it had a personality, and seemed to be saying "This my bathroom now. You go." 
 
I am terrified of roaches, always have been. Didn't have any spray or anything so had to go back in there with a broom and fight it to the death. The thing started running up the wall, up the heating pipe, on the shelf, everywhere. I whacked the living crap out of it and it just wouldn't die. Eventually I got it on the floor and finished it off, but it was a good 30 minutes before I had the balls to go back in there and scoop up the corpse. 
 
But my worst experience was in my first apartment in New York many years ago - just as I was falling asleep I felt a tickling sensation across my bare chest. Turned the light on quickly to see a large roach running away and disappearing down the side of the bed. Don't think I ever slept well in that apartment again. 

  I absolutely hate those things. When I was growing up in the south I would lay in bed at night and watch them crawl along my curtain rods and fly across the room. They are mostly nocturnal and they like moist cool places. I remember my great grandmother had a well out back. The old kind with a bucket. You could shine a light down in it and see hundreds of them.Can't say as I blame them for looking for a cool place to live but the thought of drinking that water was gross.
 
 They  really creep me out.

Speaking of Spider lV 75. Me gots won of dem.
 
Aingotno crockroaches.

My first post-college apartment was "economical".  I shared the place with a friend.  The big selling feature was the enticement of "First Month Free".  It was a third floor walkup in an Entropy Enriched neighborhood.  Local groups of helpful youths often came together to beautify the area with colorful artwork.  They were very eager to assist the community by creatively redistributing wealth.
 
Anyway, the apartment came with pets.  My roommate tried to name the largest roaches, but there were too many to track.  We grew accustomed to them after a while.  A friend of mine was hanging out with us one day.  He made a sandwich and sat at our table to eat it.  Jeeves (I had recently made my roommate watch some Jeeves and Wooster) heaved his massive bulk up to the opposite end of the table.  Jeeves stretched his forelegs, cracked a few knuckles, and marched towards my friend and his sandwich.  Startled, my friend seized his sandwich, and stood up, backing about three feet away from the table.
 
Jeeves was furious.  I might have heard a rumbling, "Oh no you di'n't!"  The floor shook as Jeeves thundered foward, hurling himself across the table.  My friend screamed in stark terror as Jeeves hit the table's edge, launched himself in mid-air, and tore the sandwich from my friend's trembling hands.
 
It's too bad we didn't have youtube in those days.