I have two.
Since I was in high school I’ve been stealing books from Barnes & Noble. If I’m having a shitty day, I just go to Barnes & Noble and take a book. It doesn’t have to be a book I’m all that interested in. It has something to do with corporate giants and how small I feel, I think.
The other one was when I was much younger. My mom had put a bird feeder too close to the house and we got a pretty bad mice infestation. My dad bought all of these humane traps (he’s a veterinarian) to deal with it.
One day, my sister and I got a mouse out of the trap and dumped it into a bucket of water. It swam for about a half an hour and then it just gave up. My sister and I watched the whole ordeal.
That’s always weirdly haunted me.