 Again, I'm really hoping it's not dry poo and instead it's mud and somehow she tracked it all over the house. But the other thing, I go to put a load of laundry in on Monday. Oh no, her laundry's in my washer. What? She asked me if she could do laundry. I said yes. Apparently, come to find out, she put it in the washer and never even washed it. And so she came back to get it. Oh, it's still dirty.