On dingles and cockroaches

And the prize for Best-Named Bygone (I Think) Chicago Theater Company goes to... the "Dinglefest" Theatre Company. They have an ad in an old journal series I'm deleting from our library holdings. I thought it was amusing. In other horrific news, I had a cringe-worthy encounter yesterday morning. I'm blind as a bat without glasses or my contacts in, so when I take my morning shower before work, my surroundings are nothing but fuzzy colored blobs because a) I can't put in my contacts when my eyes won't open at 6:48 AM (okay... 6:57 on most days, 7:06 on others), and b) it's silly to wear glasses in the shower. I started the water, as usual, got in once it was hot enough, and noted that the hair trap (or hair-trap-shaped blob) looked dark. "Ew," I thought, "I must have not cleaned it out when I washed my hair yesterday. I'll have to do that before Mike yells at me." I continued doing what I was doing. Two minutes later, my eyes caught movement. I looked down and saw a rather large dark blob emerge from the center of the hair trap and start moving rapidly towards my feet. I yelped and dove out. No, my leftover hair had not become mobile and vengeful. It was a cockroach. About an inch-and-a-half long. My eyesight is so bad that I had no idea the darkness in the hair trap was in fact a huge-ass bug. I threw a towel on and literally ran to the kitchen to get the Raid. Then I sprayed the fucker. It ran in circles around the tub, trying to get away from the flaming stream of death I was raining down upon it. Then it finally died on its back, and I had to get rid of it. I used about four paper towels. And then I sprayed down the tub with Lysol. I was shaken for a while after. I've started checking the tub very closely before getting in.