Toilet paper wars

So at work the toilet paper is NEVER on the dispenser, but always precariously perched on top of it. Many a time have I walked in to the restroom and found the toilet paper on the floor. At first this did not bother me, as I would pick it up, roll it out a bit and felt like I was good to go. Until the other day. I walked into the restroom to find the toliet paper on the floor in a VERY suspicious puddle (the men poach our restroom if theirs is full, which I can't say anything about because I do the same thing...althought they are complete pigs). This was very disturbing to me, so I got some paper towels and picked it up and threw it in the trash can. It was an almost full roll. I got another roll from the stash on top of the cabinet and went about my business. A very short time later I passed the custodian on my way back to the restroom. It was obvious she had been there, as a few things had been tidied and the floor had been mopped (if you can call it that...shove mop in water....slosh all sorts of water on the floor and swish it around and leave large puddles behind). The garbage, however, had not been emptied....except the toilet paper roll that I had thrown away was not longer in the can. I looked around and sure enough, there was the roll I had opened plus the roll I had tossed. It had that wet and then dried look that toliet paper gets after getting wet. I was absolutely appalled. I again took the roll and threw it away. I was suspicious of the other roll now too, so I rolled out a bunch of paper and threw it away and then went about my business. Well hell fire if i did not drop that stupid roll on the floor and there it goes rolling away through the puddles of mop water. I retrieved it with paper towels and threw that one away too and then proceeded to get out another roll. I think I would have just forgotten all about it except another short time later (remember that I am pregnant) I went back to the bathroom to find that BOTH rolls had been taken out of the trash and set on the bar next to the toilet, plus th new one that I had opened. Again, appalled. I now felt like every unopened roll of toilet paper in the building was contaminated. I opened a new roll and did my thing. Later I went in again and mind you there were now 4 rolls of toilet paper and the bar next to the toilet and it was a little hard to discern which was which, so I opened a new roll. I did this once or twice more on that day, so by the end of the day there wer like six rolls opened. I also did it at least once the next day before the custodian went back in. So there must have been at least 7 rolls opened. Well, this brought out the wrath of the custodian, who at that point took all of the opened rolls but one and ALL of the unopened rolls and absconded with them. When I next went to the restroom I did not know what to do, so I walked all the way to the other end of the building (quite a long way) to another restroom that had unopened rolls. I felt safe then, but I couldn't walk down that long hallway every time I had to go. So I grabbed a few rolls and snuck them down the hall and hid them in the filing cabinet that stands just inside the bathroom. Nobody ever uses it so I gelt pretty safe. So now the custodian does not leave extra rolls out, but I have my secret stash that I know will remain un-contaminated. So why do I feel like I have won the battle but not the war????