When I was a kid I had a friend who my parents highly disapproved of.
In fact, most people disapproved of him. He was foreign for a start. And a bit of a rebel, to put it mildly. He was always playing with matches and attempting to blow things up.
I lost track of him after the age of about eleven and we recently managed to find each other again via facebook. I was exceedingly nervous asking how his life had been. I needn't have worried. He's the absolute epitome of the problem becoming the solution and he's recently retired from a highly successful career in bomb disposal. And, you guessed it, a lot of that disposal involved gathering all the bombs together and blowing them all up at once!
He wrote a book about it too -
The Trash Men of War