As the spring sun welcomes the day, and in the coming weeks, the mercury climbs, humans engage in an age-old ritual of communal immersion that would horrify our ancestors: we willingly submerge ourselves in the same water as dozens, sometimes hundreds, of strangers. Yes, I'm talking about swimming pools, those shimmering blue rectangles of refreshment that beckon us with promises of cool relief from the sweltering heat. From municipal aquatic centers to hotel offerings to water parks with their elaborate slides and artificial waves, these chlorinated havens represent summer's most democratic institution—open to all who can afford the modest entry fee and are willing to expose their winter-pale bodies to public scrutiny and their nether regions to a chemical soup of questionable origin.

Yet beneath the surface of this seemingly innocent pastime lurks a dark reality that most swimmers actively repress, a truth so disturbing that pool managers address it only in hushed tones and clinical language. I speak of the universal yet rarely acknowledged phenomenon of poop in pools. Today's episode tackles the taboo topic of fecal contamination in our shared aquatic playgrounds. While last time we explored the fascinating world of portable toilets, this time we're examining what happens when nature calls, and proper facilities are either unavailable, inconvenient, or simply ignored in favor of the "just go in the water" approach that turns swimming pools into humanity's largest communal toilet.

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