It's reasons like these that I want/need a man around the house. :P

Yuck. I discovered that after I was already in the shower with it on. So, I shut off the shower, stomped into the bedroom to message someone on MSN, saying, "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," then stomped into the kitchen to grab my Swiffer, put a paper towel on it, head back into the bathroom and squish the damn thing, which didn't die right away, probably due to a run-on sentence, then squished it more and eventually rinsed it down the drain after it tumbled into my shampoo and conditioner bottles and so on.

All while naked and dripping on the floor.

Yeah, living alone rocks.