You can almost hear the lowly mules—both of whom fled the scene—cry out in that sort of self-deprecating God damnit that only comes when you know you really fucked up.I’ve written a bit about Mexican drug cartels and their relentless, stop-at-nothing approach to moving drugs into the States. The insane returns these groups stand to net bring out some truly inventive DIY smuggle tech, which are notable as much for their slick specs as they are for their sheer crudeness. For every $1 million narco sub, unmanned dune buggy, ultralight aircraft and climate-controlled tunnel, there’s a nondescript can of coke-stuffed peppers, or a weed catapult, or some poor sap with a bunch of contraband rammed up his bum. Tragically, all these methods have been, and remain remarkably successful at providing America with a good deal of its cocaine, marijuana, and increasingly, meth and heroin.But every so often the whole thing goes to pot.Read the rest over at Motherboard.