Few undergraduates at Harvard can say that they’ve been to the Harvard Art Museums. Fewer still take classes there every day. Even fewer can say that they have gone to the museums specifically to defecate within the same walls that exhibit the greats of Impressionism, Abstract Expressionism, and ancient Tupperware bearing the likenesses of goofy critters. That’s why the brave investigative journalists here at Satire Vlyby collaborated with Crimson Arts to take a deep dive into the scatological secrets buried within the Fogg, Busch-Reisinger, and Arthur M.