No? Oh dear. Tsk, tsk.
Someone living on my route to rehearsal failed to get insurance. They came home to find at least fifty pink plastic flamingos all staring at their front door, with a sign informing the world about the charity fundraiser in progress. It is a bit hard to hide several dozen pink flamingos from the neighbors.
Even museums are not immune during flamingo season:
For those of you scratching you heads and wondering if Americans are all nuts, or just Texans, I actually learned about flamingo insurance in the Midwest. The church youth were raising funds for something, and you could buy insurance. People could also pay to have someone else inundated with flamingos, and if their bid topped the amount paid for insurance, guess what? For a small fee the youth would relieve you of your infestation, should you be so afflicted.
I stepped out of my apartment one morning and found 24 flamingos. This was a problem. The landlord had a minimal sense of humor, and the town where I lived had even less as far as unapproved things-in-yards (windmills and lighthouses were OK. Flamingos were not.) I ended up loading all of them into the back of my car and going to work, then calling the youth sponsor and taking them to the church on my lunch hour. She was quite apologetic, because they had not thought about 1) apartment houses and 2) out-of-town rules. No harm, no fowl [preemptive pun, yes] and I paid her the removal fee and went back to work.