o.o Toilets. Toilets of DOOM.
Due to a large amount of childhood trauma, the upstairs bathroom where I live is now associated with comatose stares, zombies, cold medicine and the poison control people. But now, I have yet more memories to reinforce the fact that am suprisingly quite likely to be paranoid.

Just a few months ago- went to the bathroom, busy looking at the nice shiny tiles when I discovered, after taking a nice, healthy shit, that there were small worms in it. Ran downstairs, screaming profanities. Was busy being eased out of hysterics ( I have a fear of parasites. Okay?) when I realized, 'Oh, it's summer break tomorrow! Woo yeah!' Happily skipped up the stairs, past the offending bathroom, and packed for my trip to Texas.
Took some antibiotics and I was fine.
Notice that I didn't flush the toilet.
When I returned, happily sunburned, my roommate was sitting keening outside the bathroom door.
The contents of said bathroom were- 1 sink, 1 tub, and 1 toilet encrusted and foaming with bacteria and mold. Must remember to flush. TRAUMA. TRAUMA, I SAY.
(ZooLurker is an angry chick with a mullet!, Sat 3 Sep 2005, 21:40, Reply)