After one day that I had my vegetarian meal stolen on a day that I had no money on me and no time to go somewhere for food, I was really pissed off.
The jerk who stole my food even left my container in the lunchroom garbage.
So anyway, after that, I've taken to labeling my items "stolen from Tracy's lunch" and I also put up a one full page letter on the fridge explaining how sad and hungry I am when people steal my lunch (and yeah, I made it totally cheesy and exaggerated).
InSecurity here with a weird tale, the zombie fish.
At my site, we have salt water aquariums, managed by an aquarium company. One day, one of the fish died. And evidently, salt water is home to a shit ton of bacteria, and also it appears that most of the colorful fish are scavengers.
The dead fish's roommates decided to go to town on the soft parts because by the next morning, they had eaten the eyes and a hole through the intestines.
It looked like the Walking Dead had come to the aquarium.
For the next part, you have to know that small children love the fish, especially the clown fish. The overjoyed howl of "Nemo!" let me know when they've spotted a clown fish.
To combine the two, I got to hear a "Nemo!" followed by terrified shriek as they spotted Nemo's necrotic companion.