In the same vein, my father was a notorious scrounger (southern term). He worked for a paper plant that was always putting their used, no longer needed stuff into a yard andthey'd let the employees "tag it" and take it. He came across a piece of culvert pipe that was perfect to go in a low place on the driveway of the house he had just had built. He and a buddy loaded it into the back of the pickup truck, too long so slid the end through the sliding window into the cab. On the way home he begins hearing noises in the pipe. Refuses to pull over. Looks in the end when he arrives home, beady glowing eyes looking back at him. Freaks out, slides the pipe off the truck into the woods and grabs a flashlight. SKUNK!!! He goes into the house and decides to wait out the beast, after all, pipe is expensive. My Mom, unknowingly, lets our Labs out the back to run. Yep, they head right for the pipe, shoving their heads in to their shoulders. Both managed to get sprayed. I'll never forget that weekend at our house, made me glad I was scheduled to work. Any day working is better than scrubbing stinky dogs!