Golden Malrin story. My mom and dad live on the coast and we go down there for 4th of July fairly often. One year the flies around the shrimp boil and shells were bad so dad set out a plate with some on it. We forgot about it and left the plate out all night. Woke up the next morning and there was a coon dead as a hammer halfway falling off the table. Looked like he had a really ad night(which I guess he did). We learned that night that stuff is dangerous