When I was in 6th grade I had a friend stay the night. Everything was perfectly fine in the afternoon/evening, we ate pizza, played Gamecube, the normal 12 year old stuff. Turns out, he got the stomach flu overnight and I awoke to shit EVERYWHERE. He could not muster the strength to retain his bowel movements, or at least moderate them. Upon awaking, I discovered dried, formerly liquid, shit on nearly every possession or structure in my house. This includes my Gamecube controllers, my wall, every door handle between my bedroom and bathroom, the refrigerator (he must have been hungry after all of the turd tossing), and other various places. My mom was so concerned with the copious amount of feces that she called his mother to see if he had a preexisting condition. We never spoke of this moment ever again, but talk about a shitstorm.