True story - a logger in N. Wi was working in a remote area with just a goat trail to get his trucks out. The beaver kept bulding a dam on a little creek that would flood the road.
This idiot took 5 gallons of gasoline and dumped it down the breather hole of the lodge and then dropped a match down. He damned near killed himself. Sticks and mud all over hell. Blew himself right off the lodge.
There were a lot of colorful characters around that area...
So, if we can eliminate gun crimes by passing laws against guns, why don't we pass laws against (recreational) drugs?