Well, let’s just say this: when it happens, I bet the news coverage triggers a sense of recognition. 
Nothing to worry about. You were at Disney, but Spiderman is a character at Universal. They just wanted your business. If you get mad at anyone, it should be Tobey McGuire or Stan Lee. 
Many, many years ago, I went to a conference in NYC and brought my husband along. He contacted his old college roommate who lived there. We went to visit the roommate, his wife, and toddler daughter in this teeny, weeny apartment in Hell’s Kitchen.
I used their bathroom at some point in the evening, and the walls were swarming with roaches. GAAAAH! It freaked me out completely to think of this toddler sleeping in a place where the roaches ran rampant.
We had a roach at work a few weeks ago, but my boss killed it. It was running across my co-worker’s desk. (Said co-worker was on medical leave at the time).
This co-worker decided to play a little prank when she came back. A black, kind-of-roach-shaped piece of foam broke off the armrest of her chair. She put it on another co-worker’s desk on top of a scrap of paper. On this scrap of paper, she drew little legs. Our desktops are white, so you didn’t really notice the paper when you saw it out of the corner of your eye. I saw it first and jumped a little–the owner of the desk screamed when she saw it :D.
I heard that a roach crawled up a customer’s leg this spring during a meeting with one of our engineers!
G-d, I hate those bastards even though they are just trying to make a living. Perhaps it is the stink of crushed harvestman and the fact that their legs do not grow back.
We’re lousy with roaches here in Little Rock. When I moved into my current house last year I’d go outside to see them crawling all over the outside walls. I put down as much pesticide around the perimeter and underneath my house as I felt necessary. When I go for my evening constitutionals I see them crawling across the street or into the cracks of manhole covers. I also have a sneaking suspicion that roaches are coming into my house via the pipes as I take great pains to keep the perimeter of my house doused with chemicals.
Marc
Sure you’re not in Shannon Hills? 
I was thinking Hillcrest. The roaches living in the tress are HUGE! They scurry up and down the sidewalks at night. ::shudder::
Long ago, myself and some coworkers, all fresh out of college, were working weird hours in the lab. One night, someone (who shall remain nameless) captured a medium-sized roach and secured it to the belly of a 6 inch Freddy Krueger doll (action figure, if you will) with scotch tape. The roach lived for days. We kept the doll on the ledge of the white board that was just inside the door.
One day, a tour of politicos came through and we forgot to hide the doll. When the entourage came into the lab, the head tourer stepped over to the white board, picked up the doll, examined the roach, and put the doll back. His facial expression never changed. No smile, no frown, nothing.
Afterward, our supervisor returned to the lab (a rare occurrence) and reamed us a new one for our lack of professionalism. We took it all in stride. Those of us working from midnight until noon most days didn’t feel too professional about that time anyway.