with her, though not because anyone was concerned about her cognitive development. She was clearly advanced in that regard. Rather, we were relieved that she simultaneously relaxed her somewhat unsettling habit of listening attentively to whatever an adult might be saying, and then invariably answering âGardyloo!â while pointing and giggling. She had a disarming ability to make one feel utterly foolish with this pronouncement.
Sophia explained that she was partially to blame for this, as she was the one who taught her the word. It was, as Iâve said, Dandyâs first ârealâ word, and the only one she used until she was three. Gardyloo, Sophia explained, was an expression common
in some towns of medieval Europe. It was hollered out oneâs window just before heaving oneâs pail of piss or bucket of shit into the street below, for that was the extent of indoor plumbing in those days.
âThat was Dandyâs first word?â I asked.
âShe learned it when she was being potty-trained. I always said it when we flushed the toilet.â
âBut we think she extended the meaning to when she thinks weâre full of crap,â Blip added, lifting Dandy onto his shoulders.
âHardly complimentary.â
Sophia shrugged. âThat plumbing detail is often missed in historiansâ accounts of the plagues that swept through Europe in the Middle Ages. They were wading through their own sewage, and blaming their sickness on witchcraft. Anyone who tried to reason otherwise was burned at the stake for heresy.â
âYou say that like they were a bunch of shitwits and weâre so much more advanced,â Blip challenged her. âWe have toilets that flush now. So what? We still eat, drink, and breathe our own pollution and wonder why we get cancer.â
âActually,â I couldnât resist debating, âsome of the most current research is suggesting that genetics plays a large role in causing cancer. Itâs often very difficult to demonstrate environmental influences.â
âWhat does it matter if there are genetic factors?â Sophia dismissed my comment. âThose are only predispositions that would decrease as the environment became more pristine. And whatâs the point of that line of research anyway? Are we trying to alter our genes so weâll be able to live in our own shit without getting sick?â
I fell silent, Blip laughed, and Dandy answered for everyone. âGardyloo.â
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23 While I am on the topic of excrement, itâs worth mentioning that Blip and Sophia were quite fond of their own. They went so far as to save it, compost it, and fertilize their organic garden with the fruits of their rectums. Their commode was a composting toilet. I, however, was forbidden from contributing to their fecal fund. They had a second toilet connected to a septic tank for guests such as me.
âItâs an
organic
garden,â Blip explained gently to me one afternoon in their kitchen. âAnd Iâve seen the food you eat. We only eat pure, organic foods. Humans are at the top of the food chain, and the toxins we dump in our rivers and spray on our plants and inject into our animals eventually work their way back to us in the food we eat. Thatâs why our fertilizer has to be organic. otherwise weâd be cycling the toxins through ourselves. I hate to tell you, but human shit is the most toxic shit of any species in the world.â
âOur poop doesnât stink,â Sophia quipped. âWhich is not to say that we think weâre something special.â
âWeâre not hot shit,â Blip added.
âAnd weâre not full of shit either,â Sophia continued. âYou can take that figuratively or literally. I poop three times a day. Gardyloo hooray!â
âMe too,â said Blip. âAnd itâs easy, clean, and has a pungent, earthy fragrance. If your shit stinks to high heaven,
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