In our bathroom, some local sanitary rituals are carried out forever:
Last time, the entire wall and floor around the dryer were poured with something white, smelling like coffee. Such a feeling that someone brought coffee under the dryer and its air flow scattered all over the okurga.
This time we have the floor covered with three semi-disassembled rolls of toilet paper, and on top evenly, all over the toilet and cabins, filled with little stuff... someone sowed, probably...