Cockroaches Don't Fly

I've always prided myself on not being scared of roaches (even once having one climb up my leg I just shook it off and forgot all about it right away), so upon having a mentally traumatic encounter with one today I was upset my initial reaction resembled fear. Maybe I just really didn't expect this as I haven't seen one in our apartment in so long now I almost forgot what they looked like, or maybe the delayed roach fear has been developed and successfully showcased this morning. I'm definately going to hope it's the former, but while having my breakfast and expecting the nasty thing to jump out on me from every corner, I realized I was thankful roaches couldn't actually jump or fly - now that would make my breakfast experience even less pleasant. Monday breakfasts really seem to be better, ha!..