Gerry Schiller doesn’t regret his decision in the least, at least not yet.
He’s in the bathroom sitting on the toilet and facing the tank, one hand swiping his brown hair out of his eyes and the other hand groping around on the sink for the next test subject.
His hand knocks a small plum and it starts to roll towards the edge. He turns and just as it starts to fall he catches it. He needs the plum to be in one piece, not smushed, or it would invalidate his results.
He waits for the gentle hissing of the reservoir tank to finish, indicating that the toilet is fully reloaded. He tosses the plum into the water with a satisfying plop! He pulls the lever and watches. It swirls and swirls and swirls… and goes down!
He leans over to the top of the tank and makes a note on his pad: Plum flushes. He’s running an experiment to see which fruits would and would not flush down the toilet.
It’s 1962 and Gerry is four years old.