A friend of mind used to have to warn people not to leave any period products in the bathroom trash, but to take them all the way to the outside bins because his dog was mad for them. Every once in a while we’d hear “Oh shit! Ralphie got a popsicle!” and then everyone would chase the dog around trying to snatch the tampon dangling out of his mouth while the person whose vagina it came out of tried not to die of shame and/or laughter.