Smirk all you want, but do you really want to chance offending the one goddess who understood that empires and happy homes are built on good sanitation?
There is actually a nice little essay with photos about Cloacina by Jon C. Schladweiler here. In it, you'll learn that a shrine to Cloacina stood in front of the Forum -- right above the Cloaca Maxima (which sounds way more regal than its translation: the "main drain.")
In the essay, you'll also discover this wonderful poem in her honor:
O Cloacina, Goddess of this place,
Look on thy suppliants with a smiling face.
Soft, yet cohesive let their offerings flow,
Not rashly swift nor insolently slow.
I swear: I did not make that up.
Channel this goddess: You'll know when.
Need a goddess: I got goddesses! Post a comment telling me your need and I'll see what I can find.
Full Disclosure: I originally ran this post in 2010. I'm rerunning because I recently had to call on Cloacina myself! That's right! I had to fix my toilet, which involved READING my Home Depot book on fixing stuff, and then changing the flapper, which is fancy plumbing talk for the the rubber thingy that keeps all the water in the tank from going down the drain. The hardest part? Finding the right flapper. Our toilet is, apparently, incredibly special. No simple OSH flapper for it!