Ok, this is probably the only place I can tell this story. In college I had a nightshift security job watching cameras all over the hospital, and one of the old-timers that worked there was a woman who seemed a couple beers short of a 6pack. Evidently she lived in a roach-infesed apartment, because when she would come in to work, they would crawl out of her sweater (which she was wearing at the time). They would also crawl out of her purse. I had to distract her once while a polie seargeant who happened to be in the office sprayed her purse with insecticide. And that's where I learned how to be a team-player.