My former neighbors, The Hillbillies,* “cleaned” their backyard and holler one afternoon and burned the detritus on a bonfire that night. Unfortunately, one of the items they had found in the ravine and threw on the fire was an old barrel that still had something in it (oil? Radioactive waste?)
The resulting explosion, at midnight, literally rocked my house. I thought a plane had crashed into the house or a bomb had exploded on the roof – or both. The Hillbillies somehow came through it unscathed, as HBs are wont to do. The explosion knocked some of the slate tiles off of my roof and I swear caused a crack in my bathroom wall :eek:
*I come from a long line of hillbillies, thus my use of the descriptor.
