It doesn't pay to be curious...
A couple of years ago, my wife and I were taking a little trip in the motorhome, and I discovered we'd forgotten to bring along my medications. I called my doctor and she said she'd send off a prescription to a hospital pharmacy along our route.
Later that day, we arrived at the hospital, but driving a 31' motorhome kinda precludes finding a close in parking spot. Well, my wife dropped me off close, but still a bit of a walk, to the front entrance. I told her I'd give her a call on her cell when ready to be picked up.
Anyway, as I was walking towards the entrance, I could hear a low murmur of multiple voices, repeating the number "5", over and over again. "5,5,5,... The voices were coming from behind a wooden fence, next to the hospital. I found out later, the fence surrounds an outdoor recreation area for, shall we say, "disturbed" patients.
Well, I picked up my prescription and was walking out, this time as I neared the fence, I could hear the same voices murmuring... "6,6,6...". Curiosity got the better of me, I just had to know what this all meant... so, I began looking for an opening in order to look into this area behind the fence.
Finally, I spotted a knot hole... I also noticed the murmuring was at it's loudest, just on the other side of the fence, right at the hole. I lean over, put my eye to the knot hole and recoil in astonishment and pain!
I yelled "Ouch!", jumped back, to see a dirty finger sticking out of the hole where my eye had just been! And then I heard it... "7,7,7...".
I never told the wife why my eye was so red...