pooptacular

The poop incident broke the vacuum. The maintenance men, driven into the library by the rain, needed dirt to use on their test runs of the new bagless vacuums (bagless, I am sure, for the swift and efficient collection of forensic evidence), so I helpfully dumped the entire contents of my splenda stash on the floor. I located the spot on the rug where the poop had been and laughed when I saw it was next to the Captain Underpants books. Fitting.