Florida Man Arrested For Tossing A Bomb Into Yard To Kill Man’s Chickens

download-1Scott (“Spider”) Wegener, 55, is nothing if not unique in the annals of crime.  He is accused of creating an IED using a Canadian Mist bottle, black powder and a cannon fuse.  He then used the bomb to try to kill another man’s chickens. The attack was reportedly due to a disagreement over a BB gun.

A witness told police that Wegener threw the bomb into the other man’s backyard and it exploded.

This certainly does not appear in conformity with the company’s slogan “Enjoy Mist Responsibly.”

Wegener was charged with possession or discharge of a destructive device. What is interesting is that there does not appear a charge for using the device as opposed to possessing it.

22 thoughts on “Florida Man Arrested For Tossing A Bomb Into Yard To Kill Man’s Chickens”

  1. Why isn’t the car manufacturer to blame?
    Will Chickens be given safe spaces?
    Did the Chickens trigger the driver?
    He doesn’t look 55 so perhaps his health care insurance company should be faulted for failing to approve of his physician’s recommended treatment hence his poor mental and physical health?

    oh the fun one can have when one thinks like a Lefty


  2. Turley must have a special news feed just for the state of Florida, because the proportion of his posts devoted to folks like this is out of whack with any other state.

    1. That’s because the crimes in Florida are weirder than those in any other state. Truly crazy and horrific stuff happens in Florida. I don’t know if the heat makes the people crazy, or it’s the type of people who live there, but Florida is one place I would never consider living, due to the reported crimes that take place there.

  3. People are getting wackier and wackier. Are they moving from guns to bombs?

      1. William Bayer – it was such a bad pun, I did not think it should be rewarded. 😉

        1. True — but I have a soft spot for Shakespeare and make exceptions for anything involving recognition of his words.

          It’s like math jokes. I once had an Algebra teacher (greatest teacher EVER) who was reviewing material after the class had taken a test (I guess a sufficient number of students hadn’t done so well). So he wrote an equation on the chalk board — X+ Y squared = z squared [sorry there no superscript available] — and then posed the question to the class, “OK — How many squares do you see?”

          I blurted out “Three.”

          I should interpose here that this teacher re-seated the class after every test, so that we sat in order of our most recent test score (high score was first desk in the row near the window, then the second highest score in the seat behind the highest score — thus the window seats were filled with people that had been paying attention in class and learning algebra, and weren’t likely to be gazing out the window and daydreaming). On this particular occasion, I was in that first seat — so the teacher KNEW I knew the correct answer, and had intentionally said “Three” when the correct answer was “Two.”

          So Mr. Lavan slowly removed his glasses, pulled out his handkerchief to clean the lenses, and then turned his face to me with raised eyebrows and said, “Three, Bill?”

          And I responded, pointing at the board, “Yeah — two on the board,” — and then pointing at him — “and one in front.”

          It was a bad joke, but ya gotta give a kid points when he’s on top of the math to the point where he can make a math joke.

          Same goes for quoting Shakespeare, I think.

          By the way, if anyone ever asks you about the Pythagorean Theorem, you can tell them that Mr. Lavan proclaimed it (while slamming his yardstick against the wall) to be “The GREATEST thing since canned beer!”

          1. William Bayer – I always liked my beer from the bottle or tap. I thought cans changed the taste a little. I have been to the Bud brewery in St. Louis and watched them knock out tens of thousands of cans of beer a minute. That is a must-see trip. You get free beer if you drink, plus pretzels. 😉

            1. I wouldn’t finish that tour — for the same reason I quit drinking in my early thirties (and beer was all I ever drank), which was that for some mysterious reason, I started getting a hangover in the middle of my first beer. Sort ‘o takes the fun out if it.

              Otherwise I concur. Bottle or tap, NEVER canned. I’m guessing Mr. Lavan was just using it as an expression, ’cause I’d also guess that he knew as much about beer as algebra.

              He was, supposedly, a lawyer for a bank AND a naval reserve officer — but teaching was how he loved spending his time. He was a genius at teaching. Had a bag of tricks full of all kinds of ways to make kids pay attention and get involved because it was FUN. And at lunch time while other teachers were “busy” lounging in the teachers’ lounge, Mr. Lavan would strafe the hallways and grounds around the school, rounding up anyone and everyone that was just hanging out to get them involved in a pick-up game of softball out on the diamond. And it was always a blast.

              Outside of my family, I don’t think anyone ever made a greater impression on me than Mr. Lavan — so I won’t diminish his memory by thinking he didn’t know the difference between good and bad beer.

              1. William Bayer – think you get one beer at the end of the tour. I drink Coke. 😉 They don’t let you get close enough to sample before that. 😉 What I did learn was that they were bottling/canning under 17 different labels.

                1. Well, I guess you made it to St. Louis and successfully escaped without learning that the Arch was designed by Eero Saarinen with help from one of my architecture school profs. The tricky part was building the two sides of the arch separately from the ground up and getting them to meet when both sides arrived at the top.
                  It’s one thing to design something, but it’s something else to build it.

                  Same applies in music. A friend of mine was once the first violinist in a symphony orchestra, and while he loved Beethoven, he could also invent some pretty colorful obscenity to describe what it was like to PLAY it. I guess Beethoven didn’t consider things like the human wrists of the violinists that had to transform Beethoven’s designs into actual music.

                  One would assume that projects such as the St. Louis Arch would be easier these days, what with human progress and all, and yet it appears our current generation of designer/builders can’t even get a simple pedestrian bridge to stay up and keep it from crushing cars on the highway below.

                  Caution: Devolution in Progress.

                  Meanwhile, I’ve only been to St. Louis once, passing through on my way to Lincoln, Nebraska — and what I learned was that the St. Louis Arch (at that time, anyway) rises out of a pretty trashy urban wasteland.
                  But I’ve always meant to go back — not to St. Louse specifically, but because I’ve long wanted to retrace the journey Mark Twain took for writing Life on the Mississippi — one of my favorite Twain books (I’ve always enjoyed his nonfiction more than his fiction).

                  1. William Bayer – if you get to St. Louis again there is a great sculpture garden in the center of the city. And speaking of Beethoven, I am going to hear his 9th Symphony tomorrow. 😉

                    1. Coming to you from Cleveland, I can promise you that the best — the greatest — recording of the 9th was/is a 1963 (or maybe 1964) recording by the Cleveland Orchestra conducted by George Szell — one of the great genius conductors of history (lots of information about him online, including a CBS program where they sat in on a rehearsal. Back then, the Cleveland Orchestra was considered the best orchestra in the world — beating out Lenard Bernstein and the NY Philharmonic by miles. These days they no longer rate orchestras as “best,” but defer to a category known as the Big 5 — or some such nonsense. I guess there were too many tuxedo-clad rumbles in the parking lots of the great symphony halls over whose orchestra was better.

                      There are lots of stories about Szell. One of my favorites was when he looked out the window from his office at Severance Hall — the window overlooking the parking lot — and saw one of his violinists pull in driving a new and very expensive car. Szell called the guy into his office, mentioned to him that he was driving a very expensive car but was still using an average, moderately-priced violin — and fired him on the spot because he didn’t have his priorities in order. Probably couldn’t do that these days because of the musician’s union.

                      Anyway, Szell’s conducting of the Cleveland Orchestra doing Beethoven’s 9th with the Robert Shaw Choir is spectacular and, for me, leaves all other recordings of that work dull and flat. If I had to move to Jupiter and could only take one music recording with me, that would be the one — beating out a LOT of competition.

                      Enjoy the performance!

                    2. William Bayer – first records I ever bought were the Beethoven Symphonies, cannot remember who was the conductor. It was an RCA Red Label. 🙂 It was the mid-50s.

  4. The chickens crossed the road. When this guy dies he will get his interview at the Pearly Gates. There will be a sit-in for the guy who normally does the interview. It will be a rooster. This guy will go straight to Hell.

  5. I would have been mad at the chickens. 😉 I guess they were collateral damage.

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