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The original was posted on /r/tifu by /u/introvertedmomo on 2025-02-15 22:41:08+00:00.

So, after two days of not going (small appetite and I was studying for exams), I finally sat down for some much-needed relief. But fate had other plans.

I’m mid-shit, when I hear buzzing outside the window panes. I think, okay, probably a bee, and since I’m terrified of bees, I brace myself. But then,THE THING COMES INSIDE!

Panic. Sheer, primal panic. I literally stand up mid-shit, pants half-down, in absolute fight-or-flight mode. The bee starts zooming around like it owns the place, and before I can process my life choices, it FALLS INTO THE TOILET.

Now, I flush. Once. Twice. It’s still there. Refusing to leave. And I’m just standing there, clenching, thinking, shit go away I wanna shit.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. I grab the nearest thing the phenol floor cleaner,and pour it into the bowl. The bee finally meets its end. Another flush. Gone.

And THEN, I shitted. So. Damn. Fast. After two days of buildup, my body was like evacuate IMMEDIATELY before another boss fight starts.

But the real horror? The whole time, I was TERRIFIED it would sting my ass. Imagine explaining that to a doctor. “Yeah, so I was mid-shit when a bee committed a home invasion and stung me.” I’d have to get a new ass. Move houses. Change my name. Start a new life.

THIS ALL HAPPENED AT 3:30 AM.

TL;DR: Bee invaded mid-shit, fell in toilet, refused to die. War crimes ensued. Almost got my ass stung at 3:30 AM