I had a great aunt who was really old when I was a boy, so this probably happened in the early 1900's. Her husband was fed up with people (presumably) stealing his chickens. He rigged up a 12 gauge shotgun to the door and either didn't tell his wife or she forgot. She went out to gather the eggs one morning and walked the rest of her life with a wooden leg. Only Rambo gets away with booby traps.

I'm more like a pond servant.