Encounters of the creepy kind

Florida's a great place to live--one of my few complaints is the bugs. I knew before I came here that there would be lots of bugs, but I didn't fully grasp that I would see them so often, even in our house. I discovered after the first month or so in our apartment that I really don't like palmetto bugs (I think they're a type of cockroach). In fact, they scare me. They're big and wiggly and disgustng. While Brent was in Baltimore a few weeks ago, I even had to resort to having the neighbor kill one for me because I was too creeped out to do it myself. Another one appeared while Brent was gone that jumped out from behind the computer while I was typing. Aaahhh!!! That one I even tried to kill myself, but those buggers are so elusive I couldn't smash it and it disappeared. He reappeared a couple days later when Brent got back, so he got to tackle that one. After that we didn't see any more cockroaches for a couple weeks, so I was starting to let my guard down again--until last night. I was fast asleep in my bed, minding my own business, in the middle of a dream that I can't remember, when I felt something fluttery on my arm--I brushed at it sort of in my sleep. Then it dawned on me that it might have been a bug. I turned on the lamp and sure enough, there was a large cockroach on our wall close to our bed that had just been perched on my arm. Ughh!! Brent saved the day again and killed it with his shoe, but I had one hard time falling asleep after that!