I crap on a carpet
I shit in the living room during the wee hours last night. Mommy always stumbles outta bed and to the computer because she works from home in the mornings, and today, she was practically throwing up in her mouth at the fragrance.
But I'd HIDDEN my poop! She had NO IDEA where it was! It was like an Easter egg hunt for excrement!
She scrubbed the shit streaks out of the carpet, thinking that might have been emanating the offensive odor. Nope, that didn't do it. She sprayed Febreze. Nothin'. She lit incense, for cryin' out loud -- and even THAT didn't mask the stench!
Alas, though, she went on the hunt for the offensive scent, and she found out that I'd crapped beside the big black entertainment center, where my droppings sort of blended into the background.
This was fun! It's like Easter in October!