A very small man jumped out from behind my soap dish and leapt onto a glob of toothpaste in the sink. I was shocked, of course, and then relieved he was not a roach (because, naturally, that was my first thought). But the way this tiny little man uncouthly stuffed sticky toothpaste in his mouth made me ill. I turned the faucet on and tried to wash him down the drain. He scrambled away quickly, though, and shook an angry miniature fist.
