Can you imagine squatting in the primeval woods, and realizing that this could be the longest surviving artifact you’ll leave for archaeologists of the distant future?
He should have written his name in it.
In the woods or out in the open, very little likelihood of the feces surviving past the next rainstorm. Under a rock shelter, in a cave, a protected desert location maybe?
I actually think of that at times when I pick up some random something else along w/ the usual in a doggie bag.
Future archeologists will be really confused as to 21st century rituals involving dog feces, used Kleenex and, say, a beer bottle cap, all nicely preserved together in a blue plastic bag.