I quite like looking at bugs and spiders. I think they are fascinating.
However, I cannot cope with them actually ON me - even if they just run over my hand really fast. It sets me of with a bout of gagging and physical jerks instantly.
Cockroaches are just one of those things that real, really, really give me the heebie jeebies.
Many years ago (after Julie Garland, but before Take That) I moved into a nurses hostel. I moved in a few weeks later than the rest of the group and they took me out for the night after i got all my stuff in my room.
At the very last minute, just before i returned to my room, one of the girls shouted
'don't forget to stamp your feet for the last few steps towards your door, then rattle it before you enter!'.
Well i chortled and laughed as if i got the joke, did neither, then walked straight into my room which was CARPETED with cockroaches!
It was like a brown sheet and as the light startled them they all started to shoot off into crevices in different directions. They had been all over every surface including my bed. And i could HEAR htem moving!!!!!
When i managed to stop hyperventillating (sad to say) and regained the use of my legs (welded to the spot in case i touched one) I just shuffled backwards out of the doorway, closed the door, rang my old flat mate, and moved back in with her that same night.
I was so repulsed and shocked i actually went weak all over. I feel queezy recalling it.
I will never understand how that group just accepted they had visitors like that every time they left their rooms. I mean how could you actually go to sleep knowing they might come out and be ON YOU in the night??? UUUUUURGHKKKKK!