Sadily, I'm to the point where it's, oh, darn poo on my pants and shoes... brush it off and think I'll just put on a new pair tomorrow. If it's the cecal kind and can't be wiped off really well, I might change my pants if it smells.
I'd say I've accepted chicken poo.
The worst is how the free raining girls think the door mat is the place to be, which sucks because our door mat is the type with holes in it and so it falls into the holes and is hard to get out.