When I felt the pangs of something like diarrhea, I shuffled to the toilet as quickly as my feet would carry me. I spotted a stinkbug paddling around the bowl only when I turned on the light. I threw it in an hour or so ago, and then I completely forgot about it. As it turned out, it was diarrhea. A massive one. Very much conscious of the unfortunate stinkbug under my bum, I started laughing like one demented. I do not remember laughing so much for weeks or maybe months. As a matter of fact, I am still struggling with laughter even as I am attempting to write everything down. And all this merriment on account of the little rascal.