[2019] The reason why I will be locking my door from now on.

So after a long tiresome day of exploring the wasteland of Appalachia, I arrive home at my camp near Beckwith Farm. I immediately get out of my sweaty power armor to relax. Scrap and sort my junk from the looting I had done earlier that day. Step over to the weapons workbench to repair the damage my aresenal had received from their use. I put my weapons away, walk over to the stove, cook and eat me a deathclaw steak. I then wash it down with a NukaCola Dark I had fermentating for the evening meal. I turn the radio on for background noise and make my way over to the place I lay my head at night. To my surprise I had found a little brown bag on my bed that a fellow traveler must have left me, I leave my door unlocked as a courtesy. I then open the bag to find the contents to be quite upsetting. http://i.imgur.com/XiXJLIe.jpg

TL;DR Someone pooped on my bed.