The other day I was innocently taking our food waste bucket out to the yard waste bin, and when I lifted the lid, a huge swarm of white flies came rushing out. I unfortunately inhaled simultaneously as this event was occuring and must have swallowed several flies! Joseph, who was behind me, was very concerned that I was hacking and coughing. When I regained my composure, I assured him I was fine.
A few minutes later I was in the bathroom sipping water to make the offending flies make their way down, and I happened then to also sit on the toilet to pee. Joseph walked in (we need to work on the knocking/privacy thing), and waited for me to finish. As I was flushing, he ran over to the toilet and peeped in..."Where is it?" he wondered, thinking the white fly had run it's course and must be swirling in the bowl..."Why didn't you poop it out?"
