In Cuba there are often food shortages. One day, while especially hungry, my great aunt and her roommate decided to do the unthinkable: Eat some mangoes from the tree in her yard. All property in Cuba is state owned, including fruit trees. After the deed was done, they feared the smell of the mango skins in the trash would alert the neighborhood watchman, whose job (among other things) included inspecting trashcans for “stolen” fruit. To solve this problem my great aunt was forced to bury the mango skins.