I was doing a big cleaning behind and under the couch, which is a huge project because it's a 3-piece sectional that's difficult to move. So there were many month's accumulation of books, toys, puzzle pieces, old plastic Easter eggs, etc., under there.
So I'm working on cleaning back there and I hear the toilet flush in the nearby bathroom.
I walk in to see what's going on and Catherine is in there.
So now at least one-half orange plastic Easter egg is down somewhere in the bowels of the plumbing. So far no adverse symptoms have occurred, but we haven't had a lot of time to stress-test the system. I'll be holding my breath with every morning flush.