we had no indoor toilet until around 52, that is when my parents added the upstairs, like I said, we lived in a basement. Well it was roughed in and the outside walls up and the first thing that was added was a bathroom with a real bath tub. For walls it was just insulated all the way around but we were in hog heaven.
I had a pet coon that we let run loose upstairs at night. The dang thing just did not like women. I can still remember my mom, in the evening. Going up the basement stairs, we would listen to her and laugh because we knew what was a coming. She would slowly open the door, look around and haul ass to the bathroom and slam the door shut, coon hot on her heels.
One day we heard her go up and the thump thump thump, slam. She made it. A couple minutes later there was a scream!! "GET THIS GD COON OUT OF THIS BATHROOM!" We ran up and opened the door and there is mom, setting on the toilet with her feet on the tub and the dang baby coon trying to get at her. She was bellering as if she was in her right mind and a telling us to get that dang coon, no thought given to her modesty at that point. Well we got it..
It seems the coon had figured out that all he had to do is tear a hole in the insulation and he could get to her. I traded the coon for a parakeet soon after
I had a pet coon that we let run loose upstairs at night. The dang thing just did not like women. I can still remember my mom, in the evening. Going up the basement stairs, we would listen to her and laugh because we knew what was a coming. She would slowly open the door, look around and haul ass to the bathroom and slam the door shut, coon hot on her heels.
One day we heard her go up and the thump thump thump, slam. She made it. A couple minutes later there was a scream!! "GET THIS GD COON OUT OF THIS BATHROOM!" We ran up and opened the door and there is mom, setting on the toilet with her feet on the tub and the dang baby coon trying to get at her. She was bellering as if she was in her right mind and a telling us to get that dang coon, no thought given to her modesty at that point. Well we got it..
It seems the coon had figured out that all he had to do is tear a hole in the insulation and he could get to her. I traded the coon for a parakeet soon after