Some things shouldn't happen twice in the same day

Ok...I just have to get this out into cyberness because it is STILL haunting me. Yesterday, Tuesday, morning I woke up to James...casually did my thing...took him downstairs and fed him. Since he was up a bit earlier than usual we just hung out for a while. Finally I decided it was time to shower...about 6:30am. I had him in my arms as I entered my bathroom only to see a cockroach the size of Texas on the floor. I SCREAMED, but didn't drop the baby...Scott made an attempt to sound...um...awake. Holy Crap - I've never seen a bigger creature! My knight in shining armor rolled off the bed and came in to... scare it into the closet. THANKS! Now it was in my clothes. With all the sympathy he could muster he said "It's probably been there for a long time anyway." Are you kidding me? I wanted to die. There are just a few things I don't deal well with...jumping bugs (including crickets, grasshoppers) and COCKROACHES! He promised to spray as soon as he got home from school that night.
I went through the day and every time I entered my bathroom I scanned the floor expecting the little creature to be sitting in the EXACT same spot greet me....duh! No such luck. At the end of this very long day full of the usual Jenna exibitions, tutoring, schooling, meetings and such I was ready for bed. I went up to my room, carefully scanned the bathroom and decided it was okay to enter the closet. I took off my shorts, folded them and was about to set them in the pile of clothes when I looked and saw my little friend from the morning. No screaming allowed! The kids were asleep. I shoved my shorts into my mouth and ran out of my room! I whispered down the stairs at Scott to come and kill the thing. Thankfully he came equiped with a shoe - mine.
After smashing the bug Scott picked it up to put in the garbage. Are you kidding me? The thing might come back to life! It was ENORMOUS! Nothing is impossible for those things. So we flushed it. Then I couldn't sleep thinking it was going to swim up the toilet and bite my bum the next time I went to the bathroom.
Oh the joy of living in the desert.