Kiwi-kiwi
24-05-2006, 01:47
out·house n.
A small, enclosed structure having one or two holes in a seat built over a pit and serving as an outdoor toilet.
Which basically means it's a shack that stands over a pit of human waste. Outhouses vary greatly, from the homey to the horrible. Sometimes you might as well just use the bushes instead of braving one of these putrid shacks of stench. For their horridness, I have decided that outhouses deserve their own thread.
So, regail us with tales of the most memorable outhouses you have had the (dis)pleasure of experiencing.
In my own experience, the worst outhouse I had to face came with a rental cottage. In was infested with not one, not two, but three nests full of insects of the stinging variety. Every visit to the washroom I had to not only fight the regular fear of the dark stinking pit visible through the outhouse seat, but also the fear of getting stung.
However, in the same area was another outhouse, owned by some people who I think lived at their cottage year round, and whom my family had the pleasure of visiting. These people had the outhouse of the gods. The walls were painted a cheery purple colour, it had what looked like an actual toilet installed, the seat was cushy, there was air freshener, and best of all... no invading insects!
A small, enclosed structure having one or two holes in a seat built over a pit and serving as an outdoor toilet.
Which basically means it's a shack that stands over a pit of human waste. Outhouses vary greatly, from the homey to the horrible. Sometimes you might as well just use the bushes instead of braving one of these putrid shacks of stench. For their horridness, I have decided that outhouses deserve their own thread.
So, regail us with tales of the most memorable outhouses you have had the (dis)pleasure of experiencing.
In my own experience, the worst outhouse I had to face came with a rental cottage. In was infested with not one, not two, but three nests full of insects of the stinging variety. Every visit to the washroom I had to not only fight the regular fear of the dark stinking pit visible through the outhouse seat, but also the fear of getting stung.
However, in the same area was another outhouse, owned by some people who I think lived at their cottage year round, and whom my family had the pleasure of visiting. These people had the outhouse of the gods. The walls were painted a cheery purple colour, it had what looked like an actual toilet installed, the seat was cushy, there was air freshener, and best of all... no invading insects!