One morning, I looked into my toilet and froze. Dozens of tiny dark creatures were twisting through the water. My mind immediately jumped to parasites, sewer problems, or some kind of infestation.
Terrified, I grabbed gloves and a jar to inspect them more closely.
That’s when I realized they weren’t worms at all.
They were tadpoles.
After a heavy storm the night before, frogs had likely found their way into my rarely used guest bathroom and laid eggs in the toilet water, mistaking it for a safe pond.
At first, I felt disgusted. Then strangely fascinated.
These tiny creatures had followed pure survival instinct into the most unnatural place imaginable. To them, my bathroom wasn’t a house—it was simply water.
Instead of flushing them, I carefully collected the tadpoles and released them into a nearby pond.
The experience changed the way I see nature. It reminded me that no matter how sealed or controlled our homes feel, the natural world is always finding its way back in.
Sometimes even through a toilet bowl after the rain.