The old phrase ‘smells like s**t’ is there for a reason. If someone drops a deuce and doesn’t wipe out, it’d probably smell for a long ways away. No need for close up inspections.
You'd think so. But there's a loophole.
I was in a bar some ten years ago and a guy I didn't remember from the high school I went to started a story with the words "One time in high school, me and Steve -------".....and I burst out laughing. You just knew nothing good was going to come of it. Apparently, there was a mystery pooper walking the halls of the school. And with any good mystery pooper, you need a super sleuth do-gooder teacher to solve the case. Anyway, Steve and three other guys were wandering the halls, and all went in the bathroom. When they exited, much to the surprise of the story-teller, Steve carried a pile of his poop in those hand towels they used to use. He plopped it over at the first trash can they passed,threw the towels in the trash can, and ran....and then the do-gooder teacher looked down the hall. He ran after them and caught them. Now...who to blame? Well...obviously the perp hadn't had time to wipe. So an inspection was in order. That's when the story teller said "Oh, hell no!!" and called his parents.