Wow! expatgirl, a two holer, just a little bit to intimate for me.
At home when we were growing up our outhouse was bordering on the chook run and us three boys had to wee in to the run to save space. Not only did we have chickens but ducks as well and the game was "shoot the duck". Of course when you approached the run, all the critters came running expecting a feed. One morning my middle brother was screaming blue murder, one of the ducks had obviously mistaken his willy for a worm, latched on to it and was pulling like crazy through the mesh and wouldn't let go, brother kept his distance after that.