For those of you dreaming about brownstone Brooklyn, here's your stinky wake-up call: The "Mad Crapper" that has been leaving poop all around Boerum Hill is an actual person, versus a dog wanting privacy. Someone emailed Curbed and Brownstoner with a crazy account:
I just spent my morning cleaning poop off of my stoop. For the second time in two weeks I got pooped on. This time I saw her. I live on Dean St between Hoyt and Bond. 6:00am this morning my wife heard..... well peeing.... she woke me up and I went to the door. I live in the garden apartment so I looked up and saw butt—thus I yelled 'HEY MOVE YOUR ASS!!!!' This was the first time in my life that I literally meant it.The resident's assessment: A mentally disturbed woman. He even spoke to the police, who told him to file a report at the station. Brownstoner thinks the description of the poop perp is familiar: "It actually sounds a lot like the woman who we found giving herself a makeshift bath in the doorway of our ground floor during our renovations a couple of years ago." The challenging thing is (and we know this from our experience calling 311 to help out a mentally disturbed person) that city agencies can only do so much; if the person wanders off, there's no way of making sure homeless services will arrive in time.


