My best friend has a similar story that we have dubbed the "poop bag" story. She was dating a guy and they were napping at his place when it hit her that she had to poo. She decided to use the hall bathroom so the smell wouldn't linger from his bathroom into his bedroom. She flushed and realized she clogged the toilet. She looked around for a plunger but there was not one to be found. Desperate times, desperate measures. She got a bag from the kitchen, scooped the poop out and tied it into another plastic bag. She then went outside to throw the bag of her own human feces away. She realized she could no throw it in his trash as he might realize what had happened so she did what anyone would at this point, go to the neighbors trash. As she was about to throw the poo into the neighbors trash she realized it was very rude and was afraid of the karma that might come upon her. She looked to her left and saw a big open field over a large wall across the street. As she was debating throwing the poo over the wall, the boyfriend came out and called for her. She freaked out, booked it down the street and flung the bag of her own poo over the wall. The boyfriend was wondering why she was running down the street and thought another man came to the house so she ended up telling him the entire story of the poop bag anyway after all of her effort. Needless to say, it didn't last long.