I know several people who admit they want to run for the hills anytime they see a roach, including my wife. While I'm not "afraid" of roaches myself, I'm certainly grossed out by them. If I spot one, I stop at nothing to kill it, as the last thing I want is the critter crawling into my shoe or on my bed. And nothing makes me reach quicker for the Raid spray than the sight of one that can fly! I aim to self-fumigate my condo at least once a month. I figure it's a preemptive way to keep the creepy crawlers from venturing inside uninvited. It's funny how people's reasons for being terrified of roaches are largely irrational. If anything, roaches are afraid of US, who they rightly see as gigantic beings that can squash them into oblivion. It makes more sense to be afraid of sharks, snakes, or alligators, all of which can make us their next lunch. But some people find roaches so ugly and disgusting (despite their diminutive size) that they want absolu...