Walk up, look down, and there’s a bug on the toilet seat.
This is the point where I freak out. I don’t know why. I hate bugs. They should be well aware of the Hester Treaty of 1999 wherein they agree I won’t ever see them, and I agree not to seek them out for squishing. If, however, they show themselves, let the squishing begin.
In this case, I immediately squished said bug in accordance with Treaty Stipulations. Then I cleaned the entire toilet top to bottom. And the floor surrounding it. Next, I sprayed some bug spray. At this point, I realized that I sprayed AFTER cleaning, so I recleaned the toilet.
Flush with the heady sensation of accomplishment, I collapsed into the comfy chair and realized I still had to pee…