You shouldn’t do that. Don’t tug on Superman’s cape either.
Tannerite, maybe?
ETA: neighbors have been known to complain. I don’t blame them.
Not nearly as bad but I was at an old grocery store that had been converted into an antique mall when one of the lights fell from the ceiling about three aisles away from where I was standing.
Twice in the same year two buildings I’d been shopping at only weeks before crumbled to the ground.
I lived in St. Augustine Florida and I saw the Santa on the fire truck several years in a row.
My bed occasionally shudders for no reason. Maybe the mattress or box spring adjusting to all the pressure I put on it?
The late Kopek and I were driving along a similar road when a hawk flew up from the edge of the road with a squirrel in its talons. Said squirrel was very much alive and struggling and, just as the hawk flew over our car, the squirrel hit our windshield and bounced onto the hood of our car. We stopped and it was just like in a cartoon - the squirrel sat up, shook its furry little head, looked around and then scampered off.
Another squirrel story – a couple of years ago, I was in the front seat of a roller coaster when we came around a bend and I saw a squirrel running for dear life along the track not far in front of us. I’ll just say that we were going a lot faster than the squirrel was and weighed several tons more. 
Driving on a two-lane road. Owl standing in the middle of lane, staring me down. Oncoming traffic, no shoulder. When I got home, I had an owl in my grill.
Looong time ago, let’s say about 1985, I and my older brother were out in a small boat (small outboard motor) and had one of those “wish we had a camera” moments.
A fishing hawk of some kind had swooped down and grabbed a fish out of the bay, less than 50’ from us. It flew up, clutching the fish. Then the fish got away, and the bird tried to catch it midair but missed, and flew through the splash of the returning fish. All this drama over 3-4 seconds.
I imagine this takes place thousands, millions of times daily around the world but isn’t recorded all that often!
I may have related this before. We were on safari in Botswana and on a game drive one morning. There are no toilets in the wild, so if one has to go, the driver just pulls over in an open area and keeps watch while you do your thing. So after he scanned the area for predators, I stepped off the truck and began my business. Startled at hearing a noise, I jerked my head up to see an impala staring at me from about five feet away. It was apparently wondering who was peeing on its turf and came over to check it out. It was very surreal.
Eons ago I was flying a single engine Cessna. While landing I was moments from touch down and just a couple feet in the air when I notice a rabbit standing on the runway just ahead. To avoid the rabbit I goosed the power intending to get over/past him then reassess whether to land or go around the traffic pattern again.
The rabbit had one last hare-brained scheme and just as I got to him he jumped straight up and was duly Cuisinarted. That’s right; I killed a rabbit in midair with my Cessna. That was one dumb (ex-)bunny.
The rest of the landing was uneventful, but boy did I have a mess to clean up afterwards; rabbitburger was everywhere.
We flew up to Barter Island, AK from Anchorage to see some polar bears. Changed planes in Fairbanks for a puddle-jumper (a cigar tube with wings). When we got over Barter, the fog was socked in, so we were circling. The pilot came on the intercom and told us “Well, ground is telling us that visibility is too poor for us to land, but it doesn’t look that bad to me. I’m going to switch off the radio and see if we can find our way down.” He did. 
About 20 years ago I made a cross country trip, and visited Johnstown, Pa. I camped out in a little campground somewhere in the vicinity. When the sun went down there came a loud roaring sound that built up in volume, and then just died away. I don’t know what it was, but I like to think of it as the ghost of the flood.
Sheer genius!
My Father was watching me play in the backyard when I was three. He went back into the house for just a moment. I recall seeing a concrete culvert coming up as I fell, and seeing my Father come back out wearing kakhis and a white tee shirt. I thought it was my first memory.
Mother told me that he carried me into the ER and stayed with me, until the needle went into my forehead. He fainted, and some tiny nurse had to drag him out to the waiting room.
This is from the Twilight Zone. My mother died this year, New Years Day to be exact. A week or two later I ordered a few things from Home Depot. Used my own HD credit card, had it shipped to my house. Open the box and don’t pay much attention to the paperwork. My wife looks in the box and asks what’s this gift receipt. Sure enough, there was a gift receipt inside even though it wasn’t a gift. And under “from” it had only the first name- which happened to be my mother’s. Did someone at the shipping department put in a slip from someone else’s order, or was it a message from beyond?
OK, this is really mundane, since it involves mops. Normal household mops for cleaning floors.
My flat is a converted house, with an old extension on the back, common in old houses in England. The extension has its own shingle roof that you can see when through the window as you go up and down the stairs.
So one day I was at the top of the stairs, something caught my eye, I looked out of the window, and there was a mop on my roof. I have no idea how the mop came to be on my roof - there is an upstairs flat, but it doesn’t have a balcony or anything. Despite everyone’s helpful suggestions, the mop wasn’t reachable from the window or from the ground. So, fine, I just have a mop on my roof.
A couple of months later the mop was joined by a second mop, slightly lying on top of the first mop. A slightly different style of mop, but still the old-fashioned fluffy-head type. Again I just had to accept them being there; I was glad mop one wasn’t lonely.
Fast-forward to a couple of months ago, when scaffolders put scaffolding around my house to work on the roof next door, and were climbing all over the roof. I asked them to get rid of the mops, explained they weren’t mine and no, I didn’t want them, and immediately the mops weren’t visible. The scaffolders had inconvenienced me in a few ways (and broken some things), and were having to dispose of other rubbish anyway, and there was no other opportunity I’d have to get rid of the mops, so it seemed a reasonable thing to ask.
To be honest, I kinda missed the mops, but not enough to want to keep them. I didn’t miss the scaffolders.
A couple of days ago I was hanging out washing and a friend was over. He looked at the roof and said “did you know you have two mops on your roof?”
Turns out the scaffolders hadn’t actually taken the mops away, they’d just moved them out of sight of the window. Seems a bizarre thing to do.
OR! The mops had decided to come back.
If it’s the later, at some point I expect there will be a smaller, baby mop. I wish them all the best.
Something similar–once someone abandoned a kid’s bicycle on the edge midway up my long private rural driveway. I left it there for about a week to see if the owner picked it back up, then called the police to take it as a lost item. Sometime in the next few days (maybe the next day, I don’t remember) a second bike is abandoned in the same spot.
This is very trivial, but one day I was walking with a guy in southern California
when someone in a passing car threw a raw egg on me.
Twenty years later I was walking with the same guy in northern CA,
and someone in a passing car threw a raw egg on me.
This story reminds me of a story in Allie Brosch’s recent comic book Solutions and Other Problems, in which she exacted her revenge on a noisy neighbor by throwing the same stick in his yard, over and over. I think eventually she started adding more sticks, just to mess with him. I don’t suppose you’ve been mowing your lawn at 8am?
Oh no, we get on quite well. Neither of us are noisy, which is a blessing, though the house design helps.