In my student days
I shared a house with another student, a Mr Bean clone civil servant, and the other students sister would appear for a few weeks at a time, as the house was owned by their parents.

Not long after I moved in, a bee died in the bath. It was still there when I moved out, 3 years later. It became slightly notorious, visitors would check it was there and comment on it.

We lived in general qualor. The civil servant guy was very anal, and used to get home and go straight to his room, never interacting with us at all, other than once a month or so he would explosively burst into the sitting room, shriek at us for 10 minutes about the mess, then disappear again.

As we were normally baked out of our heads on pot, we'd just look at each other and burst into giggles.
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Dead bee
Have a click for that, hilarous
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Wed 8 Feb 2012, 18:17, closed)