The funniest anecdote in the world just waltzed into the middle of a shit I made two minutes ago.
As I was lifting my ass to one side to wipe (triple-ply), a fly buzzed into the business (unbeknownst to moi), and was trapped by my cheeks choking the rim again. I didn't notice the whole affair until I stood up to flush, made my traditional cursory evaluation of the situation, and eyed a floating fly in the middle of my filth.
I sincerely hope Buddha doesn't hold it against me that I refused to save the little guy's life.
P.S. People who espouse the phrase "That is too much information" are rewarded with eternal damnation from the church of [every religion].