My wife asked recently why we have four trash bags full of plastic milk jugs piled up in a corner of our garage, instead of putting them in the recycling bin with the other stuff accumulated each week in our household.
Because, I replied, when I want to go to sight in my hunting rifle scopes or just have a little fun the milk jugs filled to the brim with water explode in a violent shower. Who wouldn’t love that as a little break from trying to hit the bull’s eye on a piece of paper?