Poop Flavored Jellybeans (here's one for the masses)

Sometimes Light poops on the floor outside the bathroon.
Sometimes people step in it.
Sometimes they don't.
On rare occasion they pick it up, even.
On one such occasion, my sister collected the waste in a plastic bag and deposited it on my dresser, to be lost anong a slew of other things.
It was promptly forgotten.

I came into my room and smelled that awful stench. Where could it be? Not by the bookshelf, not behind the door, not under the desk, not in the middle of the floor.
And there it was, a neatly sealed blue newspaper bag, containing a thick pile of excrement, lying on the dresser.
I threw it in the trash and soon thereafter made a trip to the curb.

A few weeks earlier:
"Did you find your Easter basket already?"
"Yeah, it wasn't that hard."
"Yeah, yeah, you knew where it was."
"Did you show her?"
"No! It was so easy."
"Do you like jellybeans?"
"Sure."
"Since when do you not like jellybeans?"
"I never like jellybeans."
"Yes you did. I used to give you mine."
"Yeah, well, that was then."
"Well the Easter bunny didn't know that."
"Oh, yeah, the Easter bunny."
"What? He didn't. Next year he won't give you any."
"He won't give me any, either. I'll still be working on this years."

I thereby came into a rather large collection of generic jellybeans.

Returning to a later date:
The jellybeans had been sitting on my dresser for a few weeks. Only a handful had been consumed, mostly for the fact that chocolate delecacies have always taken precedence.
Those actually sound kind of good it occured to me. A sticky sweet treat as a break from the monotony of homework.
They weren't bad. Maybe an odd combination of flavors at worst--that explains why I have the terrible habit of eating them one at a time.
But then again--maybe it wasn't the combination. It was distinct, this taste, something familiar but just out of reach.
Perhaps licorice, a black bean spoiling the bunch. I hate the black ones.
And yet--no, it wasn't licorice. Something... else.
EPIPHANY
The jellybeans were on the dresser.
Right underneath the--
Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
It had seeped in, flavoring my jellybeans of fecal matter.

I spit them out.
Unfortunately, I don't like the taste of poop flavored jellybeans.