Back in the early 80's, my father's lawn had a lot of those psilocybin mushrooms. So many, that multiple HS kids would venture on to his lawn and pick them. My dad was kind of a bad ass and didn't like that, so one day he saw a kid doing it, went around the house and took a full run at him ala Kam Chancellor with a forearm shiver and dropped him. Before the kid could get up and run, my dad sat on his chest and shoved the bag of mushrooms in his mouth, saying "you want them so bad, let me help you". He then dragged the kid in the garage and made him give his phone number. My dad called and the kid's dad came and got him. Nobody stepped on his lawn again.