Are you ever fearful that when you kill a bug (especially in your home) that the bug's family is going to come

and get you? I think this everytime I kill a bug in my house. It's not a real fear but a thought that comes from when I killed one bee before I went to church (last year) and when I got home, my kitchen, bathroom and living room were swarming with bees. And trying to find an exterminator was useless because apprently the stupid bees are protected and can't be killed. And a Sunday afternoon coupled with my broke financial state (at the time) didn't culminate in getting a bee keeper there. I guess I broke the law when I went and got a bug fogger thing and threw it in after I grabbed some clothes and left for the night. The next day the dead swarm covered half of my apartment floor. Anything like this ever happen to you?