I developed a theory because of these fuckers, which is that the scale of a things creepiness is based on how many legs it has and how fast they are.
I used to get them in my last apartment and when I saw one I literally couldn’t sleep until I knew it was dead
I had never seen one before, and was just settling in after moving into my new apartment when my turn gf just screams and comes running into the kitchen saying, “there’s a horrible monster bug in the sink, ITS HUGE”
And unprepared for the Lovecraftian little horror waiting for me, expecting some kind of beetle or something, I was pretty shook up. Legitimately was scared to go into the kitchen at night after that.