Yeah, I won't be clicking that link.
That reminds me, at a meeting the other day, talk veered into what this very large, muscular, toughlooking coworker would do if one of the mice crawled up his pant leg (it isn't unprecendented. The local mice are bold.) He announced he'd be the one shrieking down the hall without his pants. Not thinking, I muttered, I did that once. which got some raised eyebrows.
Oops. I had to hastily describe when I was 15 and a roach in my dad's office crawled up my multilayered skirt and my response was to strip off the skirt and stand on the table. I left off the part about it being right in front of the window that faces the campus library. During class change.