Diapers, bucket and fire-stick ... reminds me of a story from back home.

I grew up in a small town (<1000 people). Every house had a burn pile ... most used it for leaves and lawn trimmings.

There was one neighbour who was out burning plastic diapers in his burn pile. The stench was horrendous. The local fire chief (volunteer) appeared and the conversation went something like this ....

FC (Fire Chief) - "Hi Gord, some of the neighbours say that you've been burning diapers"
Gord - "No Sir, I'm just getting these coals ready to cook some dinner - old fashioned barbeque style."
FC - "Really, What are you having?"
Gord - "Ummmmmmm, Hot dogs."
FC - "How about this? Go get yourself a weiner. I will watch you eat it. If you are willing to eat the hot dog, I will not fine you."

Gord then proceeded to run into the house, find a weiner and a stick, then cook that weiner over a fire consisting of smouldering disposable diapers. As requested, he then ate this glorious hot dog.

Gord - "Delicious"
FC - "I am glad you enjoyed it. If I am ever called back because you are burning something other than lawn waste, you will be fined. Have a nice day."

To the best of my knowledge, Gord never burned anything suspicious from that day forward.