My brother actually bought a log cabin to grow once upon a time. His closest neighbors were like 2 miles away, so he could do basically anything he wanted out there. We had a big party one night, and the bonfire started running down, so my bro says, "I'll take care of this right now." Then he ran behind the garage and I heard some splashing sounds, then the whole garage went up in flames (he'd poured gasoline on it). Bro comes back, looks at the garage roaring flames thirty or forty feet into the night sky, and says, "I hated that fucking garage anyway." Lol, I love remote houses!