I don't even mind outhouses! There was one incident when I was really little where I was going about my outhouse business and a bee had gotten in. As a child I was terrified of bees. It landed right on the latch trapping me inside. In little kid time I was trapped in the outhouse for what felt like forever thus making me weary about latching the door from then on in case I needed a quick escape. Leaving it unlatched meant my dog could just mosey in to say hi whenever she wanted... cue my ongoing outhouse dilemma.
This odd tangent may sound like we only had an outhouse at our home in which oddly was the case for a bit. When my parents bought the land we grew up on there was no house: only a barn, a few wooden grain buildings, and an outhouse. Instead of building a house they worked for a year (while we lived in a condo) transforming the barn into a house. Obviously the barn didn't have running water so outhouse he we come!
The outhouse post this morning brought me back to being a 4 year old stuck in the outhouse terrified of a bug. It also made me think of how much work it must have taken to essentially build a house in a year while working full time jobs with a 12 year old, a 4 year old, and a 2 year old rippin around. Seriously. Good job 'rents! I couldn't have done it!