I once found a cat in the woods near my house one day. I thought to myself that I should pick it up and take it home, so I did. I started walking home with the cat in my arms and right when I could see my house again, I tripped and the cat fell out and ran away. I walked home sad but otherwise okay. The next day, I went back to where I had dropped the cat and the only thing left was its tail. It had been severed off. Since I've always been sentimental, I buried the tale and I still know the basic spot it's in. (not random sad story, I actually did this)