It could be worse. My husband actually had a diaper in the pocket of his cargo shorts (or as he likes to call them, "his real-man's diaper bag") once. The entire bottom of the washer and the filter (yes, I had to pull it out) reminded me of silvery sugar at the bottom of a bowl of cereal. Unfortunately, this wasn't a sweet surprise.
You'd think that would be enough of a lesson to make me check pockets, but I guess it's just not in my nature. Let's hope that doesn't bite me in the ass later.