If you are wondering why bugs and other pests pay your bathroom a visit, it’s because of all the moisture. And when we’re talking about the toilet seat, in particular, many people fail to clean it consistently and in detail. Flushing isn’t enough, since there is the residue left behind and that is enough to attract all the wrong guests.
Bright Side wants you to know that many pests can crawl into your house through your toilet and that there are ways to prevent this from happening.
1. Snakes
Snakes just love cool, wet, and dark places and that’s why your toilet pipes can be very intriguing to them. But, what drives them there in the first place is the sewer that has food remnants that they can feed on. When they are finished with their food in the sewer, they will look for a way out and the pipes are the easiest and quickest route. However, you shouldn’t be afraid if you live in a cold environment, since snakes will only sneak up in toilets in warm countries.
It’s usually harmless snakes that crawl through the pipes, like garden or tree snakes. That’s because these snakes are slimmer than venomous ones and can fit through the pipes. Although, some anacondas have appeared in people’s toilets in South America and Australia.
2. Rats
Like snakes, rats are also in constant pursuit of food and our pipes can be very appealing to them. In houses where the toilet and garbage disposal end up in the same pipes, rats are more likely to find a way in. And because their anatomy is very bendy, they can swim through the pipes and hold their breath for minutes before they need air.
So, it’s not just important to discard your food remnants in a trash bag but to also never flush food down the toilet. If there is no food in the pipes, rats won’t have any reason to try and enter your sewage system. You should also keep the toilet cover closed at all times and maybe install a rat guard. This allows water to exit the pipes whenever you flush, but nothing can come up in the opposite direction.
3. Spiders
With spiders, things get a bit more complex, since they can’t swim in your pipes, but they can appear in your bathroom through another passage. And when they get in, they will probably sit outside the toilet seat. Only black widows will crawl inside the toilet and weave their web from side to side. But, that will happen only in an outdoor toilet that doesn’t have plumbing and that isn’t connected to a sewer system.
That’s where these venomous spiders thrive since there are many flies that they can catch for food. That’s also why you need to always check the seat thoroughly before using an outhouse toilet. Spiders, like the black widow, the brown recluse, and the hobo spider won’t have any trouble biting you.
4. Lizards
In the Southwest United States, lizards coming through the toilet pipes are a quite common occurrence. That’s because these creatures love water and they try to find food wherever they can. Crickets and other insects (like flies) can be found a lot in your toilet’s plumbing if it’s not kept decently clean. The lizards that can achieve this are usually small enough that they can fit through the pipes.
5. Possums
In 2008, a man was in his bathroom in Australia when he saw the water in the toilet gurgling. Moments later, a baby possum appeared and this is not the first time this has happened. On another occasion, a woman found a dead possum in her toilet. These unusual guests are excellent swimmers and can hold their breath for a long time — that’s why they can crawl into your toilet.
How to prevent and react to these occurrences
- Keep your toilet clean: This may sound obvious, but you really need to clean your toilet often and neatly. Disinfecting cleaners are perfect for that job and if you want something cheaper you can resort to white wine vinegar or baking soda. You can also get one of those fresheners that stick on the side of the toilet and release a nice smell every time you flush.
- Keep it dry: Most pests love humidity and that’s why they will be attracted to wet bathroom floors. So, it’s important to get rid of any standing water from the sink or the floor after you’ve taken a shower. If you notice any leaks in your plumbing, call a technician immediately and get them fixed.
- Clean your pipes naturally: In a bowl, add equal parts of sugar, water, vinegar, and 5-10 drops of dish soap. Mix all of this together and pour it down the toilet or in your bathroom sink. You can also pour some boiling water into the toilet.
- Call a pest control company: If you don’t have the time or courage to deal with pests yourself, call professionals and let them use their heavy cleaners. After that is done, you can occasionally throw water mixed with a cleaning solution down the drain to make sure no pest will climb up into the toilet.
Have you ever found an uninvited guest in your toilet — if so, what was it and how did you react?
Abandoned Pitbull Loses Faith in Humanity — Until a Cancer Patient Shows Him What Love Means
Dogs don’t ask for much: just a warm bed, a gentle touch, and a reason to wag their tails. But on a cold October night, an old Pitbull watched his reason vanish as his owner abandoned him on the road. Heartbroken and alone, he lost faith in humans — until a kind stranger arrived and changed everything.
They say a dog’s heart never breaks — it just grows bigger to hold more love. But on that cold night in October, an old black Pitbull would learn just how deeply humans could betray that love.
The unfamiliar street was deserted when a man named Tom pulled his car to a stop. In the backseat, the elderly dog dozed peacefully, his decade of loyalty about to be repaid with the ultimate betrayal. Tom yanked open the door, irritation clear in his voice as he snapped, “GET OUT!”
A black Pitbull sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
The old dog’s tail wagged hopefully, his brown eyes full of trust as he looked at the only human he’d known for ten years. Tom roughly grabbed the worn pet bed from the trunk, tossed it onto the sidewalk, and unclipped the leash with impatient fingers. He scattered a handful of treats on the ground, muttering, “Stupid vet bills… not worth the trouble anymore.”
As the trusting dog bent to eat the treats, Tom didn’t even look back. He jumped into his car and slammed the door. The engine roared to life, tires screeching against the pavement.
In his rearview mirror, he caught the exact moment the dog realized what was happening. The confusion in those faithful eyes turned to panic. The Pitbull desperately sprinted after the car and his bewildered barks pierced the night air.
A man driving a car at night | Source: Pexels
The poor old dog ran until his legs gave out, his cries echoing through the empty street. But Tom just pressed harder on the accelerator, not even slowing down when the dog’s barks turned to heartbroken howls. He simply turned up his radio, drowning out the sound of the faithful heart he’d just shattered.
“I’m sorry. Please go away,” Tom whispered, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “The medical bills… I just can’t afford them anymore.”
The dog’s barks faded into the night, replaced by a silence that screamed louder than any sound.
A desperate dog running on the road at night | Source: Midjourney
Hours passed like years. The poor dog hadn’t moved from his bed, his eyes fixed on the road where his owner’s car had disappeared. Every passing vehicle made his ears perk up, his tail giving a hopeful wag before dropping again when it wasn’t Tom’s car.
Rain began to fall, soaking through his black fur, but he refused to leave. Maybe if he stayed right here, right where Tom left him, his owner would realize his mistake and come back. The treats lay untouched on the wet pavement. He wouldn’t eat until his human returned.
Thunder cracked overhead, and reluctantly, the scared old dog limped toward a nearby bridge. His joints ached from the cold and the run, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the confusion in his heart. He curled up in the driest corner he could find, his brown eyes never leaving the road.
“He’ll come back,” his faithful heart seemed to say. “He has to come back. He loves me. I love him. He’s my person.”
A sad, lonely Pitbull lying down and eagerly waiting for someone | Source: Midjourney
Days melted together like watercolors in the rain. The dog survived on puddles of rainwater and scraps thrown from passing cars. He developed a routine — check his bed in the morning, hide behind trees when strangers passed, watch every car with desperate hope, and return to the bridge at night.
Some kind souls tried to approach him with food, but he backed away, afraid to trust again. What if they left him too? It was better to stay hungry than to have his heart broken twice.
One scorching afternoon, he dragged himself back to where his bed had been, only to find an empty pavement. Somebody had taken his bed. His last connection to home was… gone.
High above, vultures circled lazily in the burning sky, as if knowing his strength was fading. The old dog watched them through half-closed eyes, his once-proud head dropping to the hot concrete.
Birds of prey circling in the sky | Source: Unsplash
Every breath was an effort now. Days without proper food or water had taken their toll. His black fur was matted and dusty, his ribs showing through his once-healthy frame. As his eyes grew heavy, he remembered the warmth of Tom’s home, the soft bed, and the gentle scratches behind his ears — memories that now felt like a cruel dream.
The vultures’ circles grew lower, their shadows passing over his weakened body. He tried to stand one last time, but his legs wouldn’t respond. His eyes closed as the world began to spin, and just before consciousness slipped away, a single thought crossed his mind:
“Why didn’t you want me anymore?”
A sad Pitbull lying on the road on a scorching hot day | Source: Midjourney
Through bleary eyes, the old dog saw a blurred figure kneeling beside him. Cold water trickled down his face, and he weakly lifted his head, too exhausted to even flinch away.
“Hey there, old friend,” a man said softly. His gentle hand stroked the dog’s matted fur. “You must be so thirsty.”
The man held a water bottle to the dog’s cracked lips. The dog hesitated, then his thirst won over his fear. As he lapped weakly at the water, his tail gave a tiny thump against the pavement.
“That’s it, buddy. Easy now.” The man’s voice broke as he watched the desperate way the dog drank. “You’ve been out here a while, haven’t you?”
The dog’s legs trembled as he tried to stand, but his strength was gone. Without hesitation, the man slipped off his jacket and gently wrapped it around the dog’s shivering body.
A sad man overwhelmed with emotion | Source: Midjourney
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, carefully lifting the frail dog into his arms. The dog tensed at first, then melted into the warmth of human touch he’d been missing for so long. “Let’s get you some help, buddy.”
As the man carried him to his car, the dog rested his head against the stranger’s chest, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath. For the first time in days, he felt safe enough to close his eyes.
“He’s dehydrated and malnourished, Johnny,” Dr. Sarah explained, “but otherwise healthy for his age. Based on the worn collar marks, he’s been someone’s pet for years.”
Close-up shot of a vet checking a dog | Source: Freepik
Johnny watched the old dog through the exam room window. “I’ll take him.”
“Are you sure? At his age, and with your condition —”
“Everybody deserves a second chance, Doc.” Johnny touched the port in his chest where his latest round of chemo had been administered. “Some of us more than once.”
An emotional man looking at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney
The drive home seemed longer than usual, Johnny regularly checking his rearview mirror to see the old dog curled up in the backseat. The dog had fallen into an exhausted sleep, occasionally whimpering in his dreams. Each sound tugged at Johnny’s heart.
As he pulled into the driveway, he saw his little daughter Kelly playing in the front yard while his wife Samantha watered her flowers. Kelly spotted the car first and came running.
“Daddy’s home!” she called out, but stopped short when she saw the bundle of black fur in the backseat. “Daddy, who… who is that?”
An excited little girl | Source: Midjourney
Samantha approached the car, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of the dog.
“Johnny, what… Oh my God, where did you find him?”
“Sam, I know what you’re thinking, but if you’d seen him lying there…” Johnny’s voice cracked. “He was just waiting to die… until I found him.”
A worried woman at the doorway | Source: Midjourney
The dog stirred in the backseat, lifting his head slightly at the sound of voices. His tired eyes met Samantha’s, and something in that gaze — a mixture of fear, resignation, and the tiniest flicker of hope — made her heart twist.
“Johnny, we can’t just…” Samantha’s protest died when she saw the old dog’s gentle eyes again.
“Let’s call him Benjamin. Yeah, Benjamin!” Johnny chirped. “After Dad.”
A heartbroken man smiling | Source: Midjourney
Their daughter Kelly peeked around her mother’s legs. “Why does he look so scared, Daddy?”
“Sometimes,” Johnny said, “the heart needs time to remember how to trust again, sweetheart.”
But Benjamin wasn’t ready to trust humans again. He quietly retreated to the furthest corner of the room, pressing himself against the wall, his tail tucked tight against his body, his eyes darting between the three humans as if expecting them to disappear at any moment.
A sad Pitbull sitting indoors | Source: Pexels
For two weeks, Benjamin watched his new family from corners and doorways. He ate only when no one was looking, flinched at sudden movements, and slept with one eye open. But they were patient, giving him space while showing him constant love.
Kelly would sit near him, not too close, and read her books aloud. Samantha left treats where he could easily find them. Johnny would just sit quietly nearby, offering silent companionship and gentle pats.
Then one morning, Samantha’s excited voice echoed through the house. “Johnny! Oh my God… come quick!”
A delighted woman | Source: Midjourney
They found Kelly in the living room, carefully putting a hairband with a cute pink bow on Benjamin’s head. The old dog sat perfectly still, and for the first time since arriving, his tail swept back and forth across the floor.
“There,” Kelly declared, adding a final touch of her play makeup to his nose. “Now you’re beautiful…!”
Benjamin responded by giving her face a gentle lick, causing her to giggle. Samantha grabbed Johnny’s hand, both of them fighting back tears at the sight.
A cute Pitbull wearing a hairband with a pink bow | Source: Midjourney
“That’s it, Benji,” Johnny whispered, his voice brimming with emotion. “You’re home now. Really home!”
As Benjamin’s trust grew, so did his love for his new family. He discovered the joy of morning walks with Johnny, afternoon play sessions with Kelly, and evening cuddles with Samantha. He made friends with Polly, the female Pitbull next door, and slowly, the scared dog from under the bridge faded away.
One Saturday morning, Johnny surprised his family by bringing home a bag of cement mix and a shallow wooden frame. His hands trembled slightly from the chemo as he mixed the gray powder with water in an old bucket, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.
Cropped shot of a man mixing cement in a bucket | Source: Pexels
“What are you up to?” Samantha asked, watching him carefully pour the wet cement into the frame on their back patio.
“Making something special,” Johnny replied, smoothing the surface with a trowel. Benjamin watched curiously from nearby, his tail wagging as Johnny worked. “You know how some families have those fancy portraits on their walls? Well, I thought we could make something more personal.”
The cement was still wet when Johnny pressed his hand into it, leaving a perfect impression. “Your turn,” he said to Samantha and Kelly, who giggled as they added their prints beside his. Finally, he lifted Benjamin’s paw and pressed it gently into the last space, the dog staying perfectly still as if he understood the importance of the moment.
A dog’s paw print on wet cement | Source: Midjourney
“Perfect,” Johnny said, already envisioning the finished piece on their wall. “We’re Family!”
Benjamin wagged his tail, looking up at Johnny with complete trust. The man who had saved him was getting thinner, spending more time in bed, but his love never wavered.
“Dogs leave paw prints on our hearts,” Johnny said softly, scratching behind Benjamin’s ears. “And you, old friend, have left the biggest print of all.”
Days passed, and Johnny’s condition was getting worse. The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beep of monitors. Benjamin lay beside Johnny’s bed, his head resting on his paw. He hadn’t left Johnny’s side since the man had been admitted three days ago.
A sick man lying in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney
“Sam,” Johnny whispered one afternoon. “Promise me something?”
“Anything… anything for you.”
“Tell him when I’m gone. Don’t let him think I abandoned him like they did. Dogs understand death better than we do.”
Samantha wiped her eyes. “I promise.”
Benjamin’s tail thumped softly against the sterile hospital floor, his brown eyes fixed on Johnny’s pale face. In that sacred moment, as the afternoon light filtered through the window, human and dog shared a silent goodbye that transcended the need for words.
Grayscale shot of a dog giving his person a paw shake | Source: Pexels
Two days later, as dawn painted the sky in gentle pinks and golds, Johnny slipped away peacefully.
The autumn wind whispered through bare branches at the cemetery, scattering crimson leaves across fresh earth. Samantha tugged gently at Benjamin’s leash, but the old dog remained immovable, his body pressed against Johnny’s headstone as if trying to absorb its coldness into his own warmth.
His paws dug slightly into the dirt, and soft whimpers escaped his throat — not the desperate cries of abandonment he’d known before, but the deep mourning of a family member saying goodbye.
“Come on, boy,” she pleaded through tears. “We need to go home.”
A grieving Pitbull sitting in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney
Benjamin whined softly, his eyes fixed on the engraved name of the man who had taught him to trust again. His paw scratched gently at the earth, as if trying to dig down to his beloved friend.
The house felt hollow in the days after Johnny’s passing. Each room held echoes of his laughter, phantom footsteps in the hallway, and the ghost of his presence in every corner.
At night, Samantha would find Kelly curled up in Johnny’s old armchair, clutching his unwashed sweater that still carried his scent. She’d gather her daughter in her arms, both of them crying quietly, sharing a pain too deep for words.
“Mommy,” Kelly whispered one evening, her small voice breaking the silence, “does Daddy know we miss him?”
Samantha swallowed hard, fighting back her tears as she stroked her daughter’s hair. “Of course he does, sweetheart. He sees us every day from heaven.”
A heartbroken woman trying to cope with the loss of a loved one | Source: Midjourney
Kelly’s eyes lit up with sudden remembrance. “Like how fairies can see everything?” She scrambled from her mother’s embrace and ran to the garden, where a small, weather-worn toy mailbox stood among the flowers — Johnny’s special project from happier days.
He had painted it with Kelly, playfully telling her it was their secret connection to the imaginary fairy world.
Kelly’s small hands trembled as she carefully folded a letter she’d written to her father and placed it in the pink mailbox. “Dear Daddy,” she had written, “Benjamin sleeps in your chair now. I think he’s keeping it warm for when you come back.”
A sad little girl holding a letter and standing near a toy mailbox | Source: Midjourney
Samantha watched from the window, her heart breaking all over again when she saw Benjamin lying in his usual spot — right where Johnny used to sit.
The dog’s eyes would track every movement, every sound, just as he had done on that street corner months ago. But this time, he wasn’t waiting for someone to return — he was watching over the family Johnny had left behind.
One morning, Samantha woke to find Benjamin’s bed empty. Panic gripped her chest as she searched the house, calling his name. Then she noticed the back door slightly ajar — it must have been left unlocked. With a heavy heart, she grabbed her coat and car keys, knowing exactly where to find him.
An empty pet bed in the room | Source: Midjourney
The cemetery was quiet in the early morning light, dew still clinging to the grass. Through the iron gates, she could see a familiar black figure curled up by Johnny’s grave. Benjamin had somehow found his way there again, having walked three miles from their home in the dark.
The morning sun cast long shadows across Johnny’s headstone when Samantha approached. She knelt beside Benjamin, running her fingers through his graying fur, noticing how it had become speckled with white since Johnny’s passing.
“It’s okay, my boy. We miss him too.” Her voice cracked. “Remember what your Dad said — you’re not his dog, you’re his son. You’re the man of the house now. Come home. Come to us.”
A sad dog turning around | Source: Freepik
Benjamin’s paw reached out, touching her hand gently. She saw understanding and acceptance in his eyes. He had learned that not all goodbyes meant abandonment, and that love could survive even death.
Three years passed. Benjamin grew older, his muzzle now completely white, but his devotion never wavered. He watched over his family with the same fierce love Johnny had shown him, becoming the guardian their hearts needed.
His friendship with Polly, the female Pitbull next door, had blossomed into a sweet companionship that brought joy to his twilight years. But fate… it had other plans.
The morning Samantha found him breathing heavily in his bed, she knew. The vet confirmed what her heart already told her — it was time. Benjamin’s kidneys were failing, and his tired body couldn’t fight anymore.
A loyal dog with his person | Source: Freepik
Benjamin used his last strength to wag his tail and lift his paws to both Samantha and Kelly, as if to say, “Don’t be sad. I’m going to see Dad.”
They stayed with him until his final breath, telling him stories about Johnny and promising to love him forever.
They buried Benjamin beside Johnny, father and son reunited at last. As Samantha and Kelly stood by the fresh grave, their neighbor Lisa, who’d just returned from a month-long vacation, approached with tears in her eyes.
“I heard about Benjamin,” she said softly, embracing them both. “I’m so sorry. I wish I had been here.” She paused, wiping her eyes. “There’s something else… Polly had her puppies while I was away. The vet says it must have happened just before Benjamin got sick. There’s one little boy who looks just like him.”
A grieving woman and her little daughter in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney
A few weeks later, after their hearts had begun to heal and the puppies were ready to be rehomed, Samantha and Kelly visited Lisa’s house. Among the playful puppies, one small black pup with a white star on his chest — just like Benjamin’s — immediately bounded over to Kelly. His gentle eyes held the same soulful look they had known and loved.
Kelly named him “Hope” and as they watched him play with Johnny’s old tennis ball in their backyard, they felt the circle of love completing itself. Some things were meant to be.
“Look, Mom,” Kelly whispered, pointing to the framed cement prints on the wall. “We’re still family.”
Hope barked in agreement, his tail wagging just like his father’s used to. As he settled into Johnny’s old chair, Samantha smiled through her tears. Their home, built on second chances and unconditional love, had found its heart again. And would be filled with hope.
A cheerful Pitbull puppy all set to brighten the lives of his humans | Source: Midjourney
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