I want to interview this gentlemen and ask him how he knew that rock wouldn't fall when he stepped on it. Sure, it looks pretty steady, but you never know. I'd want to throw a raccoon on it first to double check. That's not fair to the racoon, but it's not fair when they eat my trash either, so consider us even.
How'd that happen anyway? That's like nature's version of when you shoot a basketball and it gets stuck between the rim and the backboard. Then you need to ask someone to use their ball while you retrieve yours, but no one is around so you just have to wait there all night but no one ever comes. So now you're just the creepy guy at the park at midnight because you don't want to lose your ball. Is that just me?