At one point, for a few years, we had a three hole outhouse.
I went out to use it in the night, and since the moon was out, didn't turn on my flashlight to save batteries.
After sitting down over the middle hole, I heard a gnawing on wood sound to my left. I turned on the flashlight and looked into the beady eyes of a large porcupine.
Was I ever glad I hadn't sat on that hole! Went back to the house, got a .22, shot the thing, and it fell in.
Smelled worse in there for a few weeks.
Was I ever glad I hadn’t sat on that hole! Went back to the house, got a .22, shot the thing, and it fell in.
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My teacher friend did the same thing to a rooster that
attacked her children. Farm girl. Good shot,
2 extra for the fun of it.
I am proud of you. I would have screamed bloody murder and
never went to the “can” again w/o a shrink.