Some drug smugglers dropped a bale of pot on a local farm and the animals got into it. Talk about "High on a hill stood a lonely goat........"
And then there was the bale that dropped by the beach that the sea birds got into. No tern was left unstoned.
But then, having never had any pot I am hardly the person to ask. When some friends told me to bring some Mary Jane to a party, I showed up with one of my sister's old dress shoes!
Before picking up that dust bunny, make sure it doesn't have legs. I suddenly have a plague of multi-legged "dust bunnies", which play dead when first seen... then suddenly, run like hideous mutant bunnies. I suspect they are getting fat on all of the box elder bugs which found their way inside during the warm spell.