Last time I used an outhouse was a free campground in Colorado. Man, oh man, was it ripe ! I don't think even the flies could hang out down there.
Gramps always had a huge spring on his door. He would yell at you not to let it slam before you opened it. I miss that guy.
How about that feeling when you're doing your business and you feel a fly land and crawl on your cheeks? You know where it's been!