Growing up one of my neighbors had a slaughter house on his farm, there was a big pile of cow skulls next to it. Was maybe 14 at the time, a friend and I for whatever reason grabbed a few of them and decided we'd pile them in the middle of the road (dirt road, maybe 1½ lanes wide), then hide in the woods and see what passersby did. First few cars just drove around them, so I figured I'd spread them out a bit. Was almost to the road (but still somewhat hidden in the woods) when a car stopped, a (really p/o'ed) guy jumped out and started heaving the skulls at a large boulder on the opposite side of the road from where we were. I dropped down on the ground behind a stone wall. I guess he figured we were hiding there because he was yelling something to the effect that he hoped he'd hit us on the &¶©^% head, "%^$#% kids" then drove off. He never saw me. My friend, who was still further back in the woods was laughing his @ss off.