When we'd go see my granddad, he always said, "Look here, boy. You gotta check the seat and hole of the outhouse BEFORE you sit down. Got that? Come on out here, let me show you how it's done." He then showed how to use an L-shaped stick to run around under the rim of the hole to make sure no Black Widows or Brown Recluse spiders were hiding out under there. Where's the toilet paper, grampa? "It's right there, boy! Ain't you got eyes?" All I see is an old Sears catalog, grampa. "Yeah, like I said. The toilet paper is right there in front of ya, son!" Nothing went to waste in his house.