Just how horrible can sinking up to your chest in liquid poop be?
I didn't get up to my chest but when it got up to my knees I realized I had better take remedial action. I was by myself (dumb) and radio calls to my colleagues describing my plight were received with glee rather than assurances of assistance. I succeeded in extracting myself from the odiferous mire. It's amazing what you can do when sufficiently motivated.
One man's pile of guano is another's... well, guano.
A bit different line of reason, but I'm reminded of the freezing sparrow that crashed in a field thinking surely to die, only to suddenly find itself smothered and thawed by warm cow dung, then chirping with happiness in new-found warmth, only to be 'saved' by the cat...
So maybe just as well - he who dumps on you is not necessarily your enemy, and he who would pull you out of the guano is not necessarily your friend.