The great poop hunt

As most of you know, I am phobic of poop (which is really ironic that I would have four kids and go into nursing). Halea is starting to potty train. She had a horrible rash today. I changed her diaper and put a new one on. She came to me pulling at it like she wanted to use the potty. I took her diaper off and sat her on the training potty. I let her be and a few minutes later she found me and pointed to the potty treat closet. I was so excited! I gave her a potty treat and then found that there was nothing in the potty. There was poop running down her leg and I cleaned that up, but now I had to find where she pooped. I searched through the house, becoming more panicked with each room turning up nothing. I still haven't found it. I am pretty rational except when it comes to poop and dead rodents (or alive ones). I feel fear and anxiety for where the poop may be and how I will find it. I wanted to call this the great poop hunt of 2011, but I'm sure there will be more.