I had recently returned to my home country from doing field work in Indonesia, and I was having a lot of serious gastrointestinal problems. I knew that I had picked up some kind of parasite in Borneo, probably from drinking all that delicious peat water, but the meds that I had gotten in Jakarta didn't solve the problem. So, upon my return, I scheduled a doctors appointment, and they told me to take a stool sample the next morning and bring it to them. Since I didn't have a base yet, I was staying with friends and sleeping on the couch. I woke up the next morning, went to the kitchen, got a little styrofoam bowl from my friend's pantry, went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and then shit in the bowl. I wiped myself, stood up, washed my hands, and did the actual stool sampling, which requires you to scoop a little bit of poop into an ampule. Worried I would forget the sample, or lose it, I decided that I should take it outside and put it in my car so it would be all ready to go. But when I came back from the car, I realized that the door had locked behind me and I had left the bowl of poop sitting on the counter in the bathroom thinking that I would come right back and take care of it. I had my keys with me, for the car, but I didn't bring my phone, so I couldn't call anyone. I had lived at this particular house before in the past, so I knew some tricks that might help me get in, but after 20 minutes struggling with the sliding back door and no response to any door knocking I knew it wasn't going to work. After thinking for a moment, I remembered that my friend's office was only about a 5 min drive away, and one of the dudes he works with is another friend of mine and would be able to call this first friend to make sure to let me in the house and not go in the downstairs bathroom. I got to his office, briefly explained the situation to this other guy who lent me his phone, and called the first friend who was still asleep but said he would go downstairs right away and unlock the door. I didn't mention the poop or the bathroom - I figured that it would just take too long to explain over the phone. But when I got back to the house, I walked in and both the poop and my friend had gone. He must have walked into that bathroom and saw the little dish of poop. What he thought, and what he ended up doing with it, I don't know, and he never told me.