This morning, when I went to start a load of laundry, I discovered a large smear in the bottom of the laundry basket. Inspection revealed that a pair of underwear had been tossed into the basket without being rinsed after a toileting accident.
After several back and forth rounds of recrimination, we have settled on the most likely subject: Alex.
In a way, it's good if it was him. It means he had an accident and went to change himself. Not very effectively, but still progress.
But mostly, I'm just feeling grossed out about it. It means I'm going to have to start picking through soiled clothing to see if any more "surprises" have been left. After more than 10 years of cleaning up accidents, I know I can do it. But it's still gross and I don't like doing it.