Last year some of our neighbors at the Fort left a bowl of candy out overnight. I usually walk Mickey the Wonder Beagle pretty early when it's still dark out. Well, his nose is better than my eyes, and he zeroed in on this candy. Before I knew it, it was like a feeding frenzy at the shark tank - I mean, candy was flying all over the place and all I could see was this little beagle diving into this very large bowl of candy. He is about 25 lbs of pure muscle and I was trying to get him out of there, he was growling at me and howling, there were camper lights coming on (but nobody came out to help me, although I don't blame them). When the smoke cleared, it was a mess. Candy and wrappers all over the place, a beagle with a very satisfied look on his face, and me with scratches and bite marks all over my arms. I took him back to the camper and waited for the sun to rise, then went over and cleaned up the aftermath.
