My next-door neighbor when I was a little kid was an entertaining guy-wonderful mechanic-private pilot, who also had a volatile temper. He was working for a dealership in Philly during the early 1950's who hosed him over something and caused him to make the decision to quit. Prior to doing so, he disassembled three or four different manufacturer's automatic transmissions from cars that were in for service, swept the mess of internal parts into a box, and walked out with his tools. My Dad repeated the story years later, as an example of why one should always be fair and honest with employees.
Crows. Keeping our highways clear of roadkill for over 80 years