Twenty Six Pounds of Marijuana Falls in New Mexico Back Yard

It's a scenario every stoner on the planet has probably dreamed of at least once: you're at home, minding your own business. Maybe you're sleeping. Maybe you're watching Netflix. Maybe you're waiting for your Hot Pocket to cool down so you can bite into it without molten cheese scorching the roof of your mouth so bad it peels like the paint on that weird, suspicious house in the cul-de-sac in that neighborhood (who lives there anyway?).

Suddenly, your chill Sunday night is interrupted by a massive boom. That's too big to be thunder, you think, and you go outside to investigate. You're faced with a classic Good News/Bad News situation:

• Bad News: Your dog's dog house is in pieces, scattered about the yard.
• Good News: Tens of thousands of dollars' worth of weed is now plopped right in said dog house's place.