I baked sourdough bread for years as a hobby. I’d make more than could eat and give the loaves away to friends and family.
When I moved to Albuquerque for work, I started baking bread again not long after. With no friends or family to fatten, I gave the extra loaves to boys living in the condo next door with their mother. I’d probably given them a dozen loaves over a year or so.
I came home from work one day to find the entire police department camped in the parking lot, including one of those large crime scene labs-on-wheels, yellow crime scene tape, etc. I asked what was going on and was told there had been a homicide and that I would have to sleep somewhere else for the night.
I went to a hotel, tuned in to the local news, and learned that the mother of three boys mentioned above had shot all three of her children in the head with a .38 caliber handgun, one by one as they came home from school…
…and she used loaves of bread to muffle the sound of the gunshots.