I just remembered I didn't know roaches could fly till I was 10. One went right at me and I was: WTF !
Roaches are about my least favourite thing in the world. When I was 11 or so I was playing pool in an upstairs bar, and a fucking huge-ass roach flew in from the balcony and landed on my leg, and ran the fuck up under my shirt. *shudder*
I didn't like them much before that, but I liked them even less after.