My daughters were out to play football in the park, so I decided that it was a good opportunity to take out the garbage as I don’t like them to be around when I do that.
As soon as I got back to my flat, I felt that something was off. “They can’t be home already”, I thought . Indeed, the flat was silent. I shrugged it off, washed my hands and proceeded to take my dirty clothes off. As I was about to do that, I heard something that was unmistakably bowel gurgles right behind me :eek:. I jumped so high, my head almost hit the ceiling. I turned around slowly, certain that I was going to be attacked by a farting demon. Nothing. I took a couple of hesitant steps. Everything was normal. That’s when I noticed that I needed to go to the bathroom. So, the sound was coming from me! Weird but whatever.
As I was… sitting in there, I heard a huge blow somewhere in the flat :eek:. Now, in my situation, investigating the cause right away was unpractical, so I opened the door slowly. Again, no demon was lurking behind it. I finished what I had to do and looked around the flat. It turns out that I’d left a door open, causing a draft which was (probably) the reason for the commotion.
Now that you mention it, I’m pretty sure I’ve just heard something rumbling.
They can be around when I take the garbage out and usually are but there are two things that I’d rather they didn’t come in contact with: raw meat and garbage, so if I have the opportunity to handle these when they’re not near, I take it.
That what you have kids for, to take the garbage out. I am still baffled by this part of the post. Can you expand on the no raw meat/garbage around the kids thing?
As for the scared silly parts – I’ve been startled by my own gut gurgles before. I just figure the parasites are getting restless and need to be fed.
You’ve heard of foodborne illness, right ? I’ve some really bad cases due to poorly-cooked meat and I’d rather spare them the experience. What’s so weird about that ? As for garbage, the risk may be less but it’s still by definition not the most sanitary stuff to handle. I’d rather do it myself.
Don’t worry, they have the opportunity to develop their immune systems in other, effective ways. By playing outside for instance.
And as I said above, I don’t lock them up when I handle raw meat and garbage but if I prefer to do that when they’re not around.
An even bigger question: Why are you constantly throwing away raw meat? I usually cook mine before arbitrarily discarding it. Medium rare, if anyone is curious.
This reminds me of the time my chocolate Labrador emitted an audible fart (highly unusual for dogs, which specialize in Silent but Deadly). She turned her head and looked in perplexity at her rear end (“Where did that come from??”).
Well, yes, foodborne but not airborne. Isn’t the raw meat and garbage inside the bag? It’s not like it’s smeared all over the bag, or is it? :eek:
I found myself scared last weekend when I went out a different door than I went in to the diner, and thought someone had stolen my car! :smack:
It’s not getting weird, it was weird from the first sentence when I was trying to figure out if ‘taking the garbage out’ was a euphemism for going to the bathroom since that would make sense, but the timeline didn’t work out.
Please tell me you didn’t also change your clothes afterwards as part of your taking out the trash ritual that involves removing your kids from the premises. That had nothing to do with it, right?
As I said above, I don’t order my daughters to leave the house when I take out the trash. I just take the opportunity to do it if they happen not to be around. Which is almost never, as I specified in my first answer.
However, I do consider that the clothes that I wore when I took the garbage can do with a trip to the washing machine.
Waking up in my own bed and not recognizing where the hell I am and what those numbers on the clock mean sucks too. 12:02? Midnight or noon? Do those numbers mean I have missed something or have something I need to be doing? No, just go back to sleep!
Back when I was 8 or 9, I woke up at the other side of my bed i.e. with my head where my feet usually were. I could feel that something was wrong but in the darkness, I had no idea what it was. I reached to my right, where my bed side lamp was, to have some light and my hand hit the wall. Completely disoriented, I leaned to the left… and fell off the bed.
It took me a while to calm down and understand what had just happened.
