A funny story (at least to us)... My wife and I have been married for 46 years. I introduced her to erotic enemas while we were dating, and she immediately loved the sensation; our thing is combining intercourse with simultaneous enemas. Her father was a recreational private pilot, and their vacation destinations were nearly always traveled to/from in one of their Cessna 195s. My wife and I had been married for 4 or 5 years when her parents divorced. My mother-in-law was at their house preparing it for sale, with my wife helping. As they were cleaning out a cabinet underneath the master bath vanity, my MIL pulled out a big box that was overflowing with enema bags in every color and shape imaginable. She explained that when they would travel she would inevitably become constipated, and because she'd been instructed by my FIL to pack as lightly as possible for weight considerations in the airplane, she never thought to take an enema bag, so she would buy one where they vacationed. She probably began accruing these enema bags at least a decade before, explaining the variety and number of them. I have no doubt that some would be considered collectibles today. My MIL asked my wife if she would want them; it seemed a shame to waste them I suppose, lol. My wife responded, "Um, err... sure, I guess...cough". Her mother couldn't have had any idea of our enema fetish, which was in full bloom at the time, so my wife giggled her way back home, thinking about presenting me with this box overflowing with rubber snakes and bags. We had a good laugh when she carried the box in and told me to take a look... I'd never seen the mint green variety. At the time, 4-quart bags were rare, we'd bought one from a company in California and it wasn't cheap. I went to the auto-parts store and bought some 'Y' connectors to join 2, 2-quart bags together. All the extra hoses allowed me to extend their length, which was handy for our purposes. Her mom is still living, gives us $5,000 checks for birthdays and Christmas, but she'll never know the best gift she bestowed upon us all those years ago, and the lasting, kinky enjoyment we got from it. And to answer the inevitable question, no, we don't have a single one of them anymore. Likely lost/disposed of over the course of moves, etc... 4-quart bags eventually became easy to find, so I'm sure we decided we no longer needed them.