Honestly, this story hasn't grossed me out in the slightest.
When we first moved to the place I'm currently living in, my brother and I were walking around in the woods on our little 10 acres, and came across something very, very...disturbing. We found a makeshift toilet made out of an old toilet seat and some 2x4s, complete with toilet paper.
What did Ka and I do upon this discovery? Why, destroy the fucking thing as violently as possible. Fucking thing was on our property, anyway, and we have a right to break shit on our property if we damn well want to.
And, whoever the fuck it was made ANOTHER ONE shortly after that. We found that one and beat it to pieces, too. Then, then...last attempt, he made the last one with metal! But, he didn't bet on Ka and I just saying "fuck it," and getting a sledgehammer and beating it into a bent, crumpled mess.
After that, though, it seems the motherfucker got the god damned message. You wanna take a shit, use your own fuckin toilet, on your own fuckin land.