If it makes you feel better, I've got a ladybug infestation in my house. See the little bastards all over the place upstairs.
And for a real big thrill, I sometimes get...things...that come up from the basement through the vents. I live in an old, old house built in the late 20's, and the basement here is almost like a cave you wander down into for horrible adventures and stuff. Anytime someone asks what's down there, I say it looks like the set to particularly gory snuff film, and nothing good could ever come from an expedition into it. The place just has a vibe of wrongness and terror to it.
Every rare once in awhile, something will escape from there and get into the main part of the house.
...and one time it was a cockroach. And not one of your wimpy little computer cockroaches, either. This thing was gigantic and fat. I remember walking around the corner and seeing it there on the wall next to the inside door that leads down into the basement. It looked at me, and I looked at it. It might've been my imagination, but I think I even heard it chik-chik-chik-chik-chiking at me, almost like it was daring me to have a go at it.
Chik-chik-chik-COME AT ME BRO-chik-chik-chik.
I felt I didn't have any other choice. I took my shoe off, and rushed it, putting every ounce of strength I had behind the smack I was about to deliver. And the thing...there's no other way to put it...it exploded. Juicy parts of ex-bug flew EVERYWHERE. It was like that scene at the end of Ghostbusters, but somehow more horrible because what I was coated with wasn't marshmallow. It was hell bug innards. Took me days to clean up.
So you think you have it bad? That ain't nothing. Some people have it worse.
I usually just run away when i see anything bigger than an ant. I don't know what I would have done if I were in that position.