Yeah, you can call them waterbugs if it makes you feel better, but a cockroach by any other name. They're huge. They fly. *shudder*
My bug/spider story is that when I was about 7 years old, my dad called me into the bedroom with this terrified, urgent tone in his voice. At the time, my folks had only been married like 6 months, so I didn't know him that well. But I went into the bedroom, thinking what's the matter?
Spider. Smallish, rather inoffensive. He was paralyzed with fear. I had to kill it and even after I had thoroughly ground it into nothing, he was shaky.
Then he showed me the scar. About 3 inches in diameter, it was a divot in his arm, where a doctor carved out a huge chunk of flesh to fix a brown recluse bite when my dad was about my age.
So, we still kill spiders for him. Anything else, he'll take care of. But spiders are someone else's job.