A father whose hands are far from golden decided (at least once in his life) to do something himself. In my courtyard, he smashed a shredder and set it on six. The shredder turned out to be very small. We wake up today with our wife looking out the window - there the shaker tries to get into it, but can not even push his head into the hole. The wife hanged for a couple of seconds and said: "He probably made it for the flies."