Spot's revenge, part 2

I knew it as soon as I opened the door to the garage this morning. Spot whizzed past my leg and into the kitchen at 90 miles per hour headed straight for the food dish.

Crap, I thought out loud, Spot was trapped in the garage all night. I immediately smelled confirmation.

He pooped.

I quickly checked the roof of my Jeep, pleased to find nothing. I looked around some more and eventually located his "revenge" behind the washer.