When I was a kid I had PICA, that weird mineral imbalance that makes people want to eat pencils, soap, and other non-nutritive substances. Fortunately, I was not the type to eat dirt, but just paper. Toilet paper. Not the scented kind, but the regular stuff. My mom used to find wads of the soggy paper (because I was a chewer, not a swallower), hidden in every drawer of the house.
Sometimes when I go home, I will still discover my paper trail, so to speak.
Still, don’t eat soap, you guys.