The bins have been put out one time too many. Yours is the red lid, four castors and a length of drainpipe through the hinge, and so is the one next door, and it is being settled in the cul de sac tonight. Shells come off the fences, which means a fence is cover until somebody works out it is also a cushion, and the shot that curls round a corner into a yellow lid is the whole game. Cans buy a bigger pipe at the junk pile. Dying keeps everything you have bolted on.