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?
Grandma’s Final Lesson – The Seeds of Love and Hope
After a painful divorce, I arrived at my shunned grandmother Helen’s home for her 80th birthday, seeking solace. Her wisdom, “Life’s like a garden,” felt oddly prophetic. But my fate changed forever when her simple request led me to unearth a secret Grandma had been hiding.
I never planned on showing up at Grandma Helen’s doorstep feeling like I’d just survived a hurricane. Life had other plans. The kind that leaves you holding divorce papers in one hand and three kids’ hearts in the other.
A cottage nestled in a lush garden | Source: Midjourney
But there I was, watching my children struggle with balloons in the spring breeze while I balanced a lopsided birthday cake I’d managed to bake between their soccer practice and my job interviews.
The house looked smaller than I remembered, its white paint peeling at the edges, shutters hanging slightly crooked.
But the garden was just as it had been in my childhood, bursting with color and life. Roses climbed the trellis by the porch, their pink blooms nodding in the wind like old friends saying hello.
Pink roses growing on a trellis | Source: Midjourney
“Mom, what if she doesn’t want us here?” Tommy, my eldest, voiced what we were all thinking.
His sisters, Emma and Sarah, aged nine and six, pressed closer to me on the narrow porch. Tommy had been doing that lately, speaking the hard truths that the adults in his life seemed afraid to voice. Just like he’d been the one to ask why Daddy wasn’t coming home anymore.
“She’s family,” I said, though the words felt hollow.
A woman standing on a porch holding a cake | Source: Midjourney
The rest of our relatives had written Helen off years ago, claiming she was stubborn, difficult, and maybe even a little crazy since she tended to ramble about her flowers.
It was also well-known that Grandma Helen didn’t have any money. She was 80 years old, and I’m ashamed to say that my family believed there was no need to put up with an older relative they wouldn’t inherit anything from.
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Sarah tugged at my sleeve.
“The balloons are getting tangled,” she whispered, her small fingers struggling with the ribbons.
A gust of wind sent them dancing, and one balloon broke free, floating up into the oak trees that lined the driveway. I watched it disappear, a bright red spot against the blue sky, and wondered if this whole idea was as foolish as that runaway balloon.
The door creaked open before I could second-guess myself further.
A balloon floating away in the sky | Source: Midjourney
There stood my grandmother, her silver hair caught in the sunlight, eyes bright as ever. She wore her favorite gardening apron, covered in dirt smudges and faded flowers, looking nothing like someone who should be celebrating such a milestone birthday.
“Louise?” Her voice wavered. “Oh my goodness, Louise!” She wrapped me in a hug that smelled of lavender and fresh bread, careful not to crush the cake. “And these must be my great-grandchildren!”
The kids, usually shy around strangers, melted at her warmth.
Three siblings standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney
Emma, always the diplomatic one, stepped forward first. “Happy birthday, Great-Grandma. Mom helped us make you a cake.”
“Did she now?” Helen’s eyes crinkled with delight. “Well, isn’t that wonderful! Come in, come in! I just pulled a chicken pot pie from the oven. Divine timing, I’d say.”
Soon, we were all crowded around her kitchen table, the familiar checkered tablecloth bringing back memories of summer visits when I was young.
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The pot pie tasted just like I remembered, and Helen kept the conversation flowing as naturally as the sweet tea she served.
“Tell me everything,” she said, watching the kids devour second helpings. “Tommy, you’re wearing a Seattle Sounders shirt. Do you play soccer?”
Tommy straightened in his chair. “I made the travel team this year. But…” he glanced at me, “I don’t know if we can afford it now.”
The silence that followed felt heavy, but Helen didn’t miss a beat.
An elderly woman seated at a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney
“You know, your great-grandfather played soccer. Had the fastest feet in his county. I bet you inherited those quick reflexes from him.”
“Really?” Tommy leaned forward, hunger forgotten. “Did he win any championships?”
“Oh, the stories I could tell you!” Helen launched into a tale about my grandfather’s glory days on the field, and I watched my son’s face light up with each detail. She did the same with Emma, discovering her love of art, and Sarah, who shyly admitted she liked to sing.
An elderly woman speaking to her great-grandchildren | Source: Midjourney
Later, I sent the kids outside to play and explore Grandma’s garden while we spoke. We sat down together, and she gave me a look I remembered all too well.
“You’ve got something heavy weighing on your heart, Louise. What’s troubling you?”
Of course, nobody in the family had told her about my husband leaving me. This trip from out of the country with the kids hadn’t included informing Grandma of my current life crisis, but it all poured out of me now.
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“Oh, Louise!” She leaned over and hugged me when I finished speaking. “I’m so sorry to hear about Mark, but the pain will pass. Life is like a garden, you know. Storms may destroy your flowers, but the soil remains fertile. You just have to know when to plant again.”
I looked at her as I dried my tears. Her words, though simple, had shifted something inside me. I felt lighter in that moment, as though the storm she’d mentioned was starting to clear.
As the evening wound down, Helen touched my arm. “Louise, would you do me a favor before you go? My daisies need to be replanted. It won’t take long.”
An elderly woman sitting in an armchair | Source: Midjourney
I was exhausted, but how could I refuse?
The garden looked different in the late afternoon light, shadows stretching across the neat beds where Helen had clearly spent countless hours. Every flower bed was edged with care, and each plant was placed with purpose.
“Just here.” Helen gave me a pot and pointed to a patch of daisies. “They’re a fragile variety and won’t survive the winter if I leave them out in the garden.”
Daisies growing in a garden | Source: Pexels
I set to work as Grandma went back inside to keep an eye on the kids. After a short while, the trowel hit something with a dull clang. My heart jumped, but I kept digging.
My hands trembled as I unearthed a metal box, its surface scratched but intact. Inside, I found my grandfather’s pocket watch, its gold face still gleaming after all these years. My great-grandmother’s pearl necklace lay beside it, along with an envelope.
I dusted my hands off and carefully opened the envelope.
An envelope on a metal strongbox outside | Source: Midjourney
Inside, there was a short note: “My dear, if you’ve found this, it means you truly listened. Use these treasures to build the life you deserve. Love always, Grandma.”
Confused, I brought the box inside and showed it to Helen.
“WHAT IS THIS?” I asked.
She chuckled softly. “Ah, finally! I’ve waited for this moment for five years! Darling, you are the only person from the whole family who fulfilled my little request,” she said.
An elderly woman grinning | Source: Midjourney
She placed her hand over mine and said, “I’m leaving all the money I have, this house and garden to you, my dear. With three kids and a fresh start ahead, you’ll need it more than anyone!”
She leaned forward, her eyes intense. “I’m not poor, Louise. I’ve saved every penny your grandfather and I earned. The house is paid for, and there’s quite a bit more besides.”
My mind reeled. “Grandma, I didn’t come here for—”
“I know exactly why you came.” Her voice was gentle.
A woman sitting in an armchair | Source: Midjourney
“You came because you remembered me on my birthday. You came because you wanted your children to know their great-grandmother. And that’s why you deserve to inherit everything one day. Besides, this garden has plenty of fertile soil left for your fresh start.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll stay. Say you’ll let me teach these little ones about gardens and life and starting over.”
I did stay.
An elderly woman sitting in an armchair | Source: Midjourney
We moved in that week, and the next six months were a gift I’ll treasure forever. Helen taught the children how to grow flowers and vegetables while sharing pieces of our family history I’d never known.
She also taught me about investments and the careful planning that had built her nest egg. More importantly, she taught me resilience, about blooming where you’re planted and finding strength in starting over.
When she passed away that spring, it was peaceful. She went to sleep in her favorite chair, a book open on her lap.
An elderly woman reading a book | Source: Midjourney
The house felt empty without her, but her presence lingered in every corner, in every flower that pushed through the soil that spring.
I used part of the inheritance to open a garden center, something I’d never have dreamed possible before. My children flourished in the stability she’d given us.
Sometimes, when I’m alone in the garden Helen loved so much, I think about that metal box and how she patiently waited for someone who would take the time to dig deeper.
A woman walking in a garden | Source: Midjourney
Grandma Helen knew that love, like gardening, requires effort, faith that what you plant will grow, and understanding that the soil remains fertile after every storm.
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