My wife and I found this poop stick story in one of those Q&A columns in the newspaper a few years ago.
LMAO - a buddy of mine goes on regular outings with his dad, where they pick and do something random. One time: taxidermy class. They were all given mice, and some mice-sized props. He and his dad owned it, and decided to do two each and formed a little mouse rock band, with little guitars, a microphone stand, and a keyboard.
No shit, my family stayed in the condo they hit (the exact unit) two weeks after this happened. There was some superficial damage to the balcony railing.