La Cucaracha

I showered with a cockroach this morning, and now I'm a little bit leery of the bathroom. It was a disgusting experience. I reached down to pick up my exfoliating gloves so that I could exfoliate my legs prior to shaving (it gives you a closer shave). Just as I picked them up I saw something dark drop onto the bottom of the tub. There was some sort of a delayed reaction where I just stood there staring at this decent sized cockroach while my brain tried to wake up enough to process what was happening. Then it started moving towards me and I was forced to exit the shower immediately. In my vulnerable state of undress I could not risk remaining in the shower and having the cockroach make some quick movement and wind up somewhere on my person. I got a towel and went for some bug spray, killed the thing off, and then was forced to face the reality that I was going to have to somehow touch it in order to remove it's corpse from the bathtub so that I could continue my shower. Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting. I had to stand there and regroup for sometime before I got up the guts to get a massive wad of toilet paper and quickly move it into the toilet, but not too quickly because I couldn't risk it coming dislodged and flying out onto the bathroom floor, or worse yet, onto me. Just thinking about it grosses me out. The thing that really freaked me out is that this is a cockroach we're talking about here, and those things don't die all that easily. I know this, so I experienced I high level of concern that I might reach down to grab it only to discover that it was still alive and again have that possibility of it winding up somewhere on my person. It's just such a repulsive bug. Anyway, needless to say the cockroach did in fact appear to be dead, but I flushed it away as quickly as possible, just to be safe. Tomorrow when I shower I'm going to go in there armed and on the ready with the bug spray lest I experience a repeat incident.