I get called out for jury duty a lot. Once every few years, sometimes twice in a year (randomly, of course). And each time, it seems the list of prohibited items gets longer and longer.
Have you ever been chased around by an old lady with a pointy stick? Smothered by an innocent-looking pair of knitted socks? Frightened by a suspicious ball of yarn rolling toward you? Me neither. How about worried someone's attorney might try to sue you for having a rooster? Hmmmm.