I was cramming late one night... the night before the Chicago show, probably 2002 or 2003. It was about 3am and I was sitting in my Layzboy watching TV while sanding a pipe that I had hoped to finish that night as I would be flying out to Chicago early the next morning. I heard a loud noise coming from outside, a screeeech, and some crunching sounds. A couple of voices yelled back and forth...
I put the pipe down on an end table and ran outside to see what was going on. A car had been speeding down the street, lost control and slid, rolled over a couple of times coming to rest in the roadside ditch, and the occupants had bailed out and ran away. After a few minutes, it was clear that there was no help needed and the neighbors had called emergency services, so there was no need for me to hang around.
I went back inside to finish sanding my pipe. When I went to pick it up from the table, it was not there! I looked around, thinking that I "mis-remembered" where I had left it, then I noticed Chloe lying on the floor chewing away merrily at something. My heart sank... It was the pipe. It was the last pipe that I was almost done sanding, almost ready to buff and polish and take to the pipe show. It had deep teeth marks all over the stummel and stem.
I gave up and went to bed...