Not that I recall!

The towel thing attained a new level the next year: he moved in with two of my other friends (who didn’t think to ask me instead, or even ask me about how he was to live with), and when they noticed the same behavior, they decided to test him: they put a few pieces of fruit under the other towels in his towel drawer to see how long it’d take him to get down there and find them.

The fruit rotted and was stinking up the whole apartment and attracting flies before he noticed.