Kind of reminds me of something my (adult) brother did 35 years or so ago. Being a raging alcoholic and fond of many recreational pharmaceuticals as well as certain herbal preparations, he sometimes came up with some rather questionable ideas. One such questionable idea related to food, and how to put some meat on the table. He and his friend decided to do some good old fashioned cattle rustling one evening. To this end, they hid in a feed bunker with a hammer and waited for a hungry bovine to get close enough. Turns out that cows are smarter than they look and wouldn't come near the feeder. At this point, a bow an arrow was employed. As both culprits in this story were impaired on multiple levels, this idea was also a bust. At this point, they abandoned their quest and came to my parents house. We had a hard time getting any coherent information out of them, but when they were gone, that's when we noticed the missing rifle. When next they returned we got out of them that they had shot a large cow, and in the process of trying to drag it to their truck, the lights came on in the farmers house and they scampered. Everyone was trying to talk them in to going home and sleeping off whatever they were metabolizing and they agreed that was a good idea. It wasn't until they were gone for a bit that someone noticed the chainsaw was missing. Seems that they got the cow cut in half and were in the process of going back for the other half when the lights in the farmers house came on again and some shots were fired. In the end they made off with just half the cow. This was the talk of the town for some time after this. By town, I mean the General Store, as that's all we really had back then, unless you want to count the two room school as well.
I am surprised at such a sudden deterioration in a woman whose only ailment was a lazy anus.