The police knew old Schnitzelgruber too. He was notorious for complaining about his neighbours: Mueller’s cat peed on his doorstep; Weber’s tree cast a shadow on his lawn; Frau Funk had lots of male visitors.
Still, unexploded ordnance wasn’t uncommon, even 70 years after the war, so they sent someone round. “It certainly is a big one, Herr Schnitzelgruber”, said the officer, “but don’t worry. Courgettes do not usually explode.”