Anarcotics team had a house in Indiana surrounded. With warrants in hand, they entered the house and searched the premises. The man who was making most of the drug sales was nowhere to be found, but they knew he was in there somewhere. The house had been under surveillance for some time.
Finally, the search took the officers to the attic. The place looked deserted, just like the rest of the house. One officer then noticed the right cheek of a pair of blue jeans sticking out of a roll of fiberglass insulation. At this point, an officer armed with a shotgun loaded another round into the chamber of his gun, even though his gun was already loaded. He was counting on the ominous sound of a pump shotgun being loaded to bring the suspect out of hiding.
Suddenly, the fiberglass roll started shaking and moving around, and the suspect was hollering, “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I’m coming out . . . I’m coming out!”
But it wasn’t the loading of the shotgun that had prompted our friend to acknowledge his presence. Before the police knew it, their suspect was out of the roll and scratching himself all over. Every square inch of exposed skin was painfully red and inflamed from exposure to the fiberglass, and the suspect was so caught up in his scratching that he barely glanced at the cops. “I was ready to give up anyway,” he mumbled.
That was one time a suspect was caught red-handed and red-faced . . . just itching to give himself up!
Suddenly, the fiberglass roll started shaking and moving around, and the suspect was hollering, “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I’m coming out . . . I’m coming out!”