The flat above mine had a leak from their washing machine the other day, resulting in some superficial damage to the ceiling and wall in my kitchen. My girlfriend texted me yesterday while I was at work to say she had let in our letting agency's resident handyman, who has visited before, and left him to it as she had to go to work for a late shift.
I come home yesterday after the typical Monday gubbins, and as usual head in to the bathroom for a post-commute piss. I see something on the wall, maybe a large moth, I think. I go in to the living room, fetch my glasses, and return to see it is actually a large, knobbly lump of very dark shit. It is stuck to the wall next to the toilet roll dispenser.

I debate whether to gag, ignore it, or deal with it. Armed with some surgical gloves the missus stole from work and a fuck load of bleach, I scour the offending material off the wall. Then I go in to the living room again; the handyman has left a note saying he'll be back at midday today.

Should I have left him some kind of message that I KNOW WHAT HE DID?!