Back when I was in college, I lived in a "party house" with a bunch of other guys from the Sandhills of Nebraska. One of our roommates was an "art" major, and a moonbat to boot.
One already knows what sort of "art" "art" majors turn out, so never mind.
One summer day, when a bunch of us were cleaning house, we set an "art" project on the lawn outside, so as to make more room, with the idea of retrieving it after the house was cleaned out.
The thing, whatever it was, was pretty bulky and made of galvanized steel.
While we were busy inside, the garbagemen came to get the trash, and thinking the "art" project had simply fallen away, walked over to pick it up, and into the garbage truck it went.
To be honest, it was an honest mistake.