I read a book years ago about ol' Ted. When he was going to ship off one of his bombs he would take a bus to a far-off city and mail it from there. To get to the bus he rode his bike to the nearest town, miles from the Unabomber Shack. He knew a guy who lived in the town where he would catch the bus and he had permission to leave his bicycle on the porch. One day when he was parking his bike, the guy's wife tried to engage him in some chitchat and asked him where he was going.
All he said was, "Curiosity killed the cat."
Can you imagine how she felt when she found out he was Unabomber?