One time, back in 1992-ish, it was a warm but breezy summer evening in July, and my friends and I were walking past the Submarine line, on the Tomorrowland side of the Matterhorn. As we passed the extra, extra long line of people waiting to board the Subs (or maybe the were waiting for the Monorail - can't recall), I spotted a man wearing a golf-type shirt, chatting with his group. I noticed something moving on his shirt, up his chest and towards his neck. He seemed oblivious and just kept talking. Now, keep in mind, I spotted this thing from a distance and it grew bigger as we got closer. I thought I was seeing things. How could he not know - or how could someone in his party not inform him - that there was a moving 'thing' on his chest. I thought maybe it was some sort of large firefly or something which had landed on him, and that would have been crazy enough. I thought this beast was going to crawl into his shirt because it was headed up to the collar area, but I watched it as we passed and it crawled over his shoulder and onto his back. When I got close enough to identify it, I could see it was one of those icky, horrible, huge, outdoor roaches!!


(You know, the big ones that seem to mainly live outside in the hot summer months, but if you find that one has made its way into your kitchen through some underground tunnels and you stumble upon it in the middle of the night, you will let out a shriek!!)
I said to my friends, "What IS that? He doesn't even notice it! Is it a pet of some kind? Should we tell him?"
And my friend replied, "No. If his friends aren't telling him, then there must be a reason."
Anyway, after that, we peeked in the foliage adjacent to that line and we saw a couple of those same roaches scurrying away to hide. So to this day, I am still not sure if this man grabbed one of these bugs out of the plants and put it on himself, or if one particularly aggressive roach decided to hitch a ride on this guy's shirt and get out of dodge, but the guy did not even acknowledge the bug nor did anyone else he was with! Ick!