Inspired by a very windy day, in which the temperature tanked about 20C's overnight, and then the next day was trash day and all I heard was the scraaaape of recycling bins journeying down the road like Death Valley's sailing stones. Snip had to go out and rescue ours, and then collect everyone else's rubbish that had blown all over our yard. I laughed so hard, then later had to go out and fight off the bins that were gunning for the car. Still funny though.