Confession: or two confessions. I dig out of peoples trash cans. But nobody knows because I am careful to make certain that I do not leave a **** mess. Confessions number 2. People would come around our place as a teenager and look in the trashcans. I did what any antsy self respecting and questionable teen would do on a farm. Hide in a tree and shoot them with a bb gun. (no one was ever seriosuly hurt I aimed for their bodies not their faces.) Got in quite a bit of trouble, but strangely I think it was worth it. Makes a funny story. ha maybe I should quit being a scrapper and become a trash can gaurd. Should be interesting.