The local farmer had an issue with some travellers on his land. He used his most lethal concoction on a neighbouring field that was downwind.
About 30 years ago, one of our local farmers got thrown out of the local pub for having one too many and generally being a pest.
Somehow, he made it home, got his muckspreader and went back to the pub miraculously not killing anyone on the journey back to the pub.
He then unleashed the slurry onto the side of the pub, covering the gable and calmly drove off. Didn’t half take some cleaning and repainting after that.