Not my Fail, but the fail of a furry little fellow having a very bad and confusing evening tonight.
So, we've got some rats and/or mice in our place. One of the hazards of living attached to an old building, and living with people who leave food out on occasion. So, naturally, I set some traps - big, big rat-traps, the kind that would break your finger if they caught you. And I did the usual, filed the trigger round at the tip to remove any burrs, so they go off real easy.
So, I've set them, and a few minutes later, I hear an almighty SNAP like someone's broken a branch upstairs very quickly followed by something hitting metal, so I swing up to check it out, and see one of the traps was triggered, but no rodent. Weird. So, I check the trap, to see if we've just got real clever pests around here, or if it just went off because it was moved a bit by the wind(fair strong winds here at the moment), or what have you. And I notice a tooth-mark on the bait, and I'm standing there trying to figure out how the little bastard was fast enough to escape, when I realized - the tooth-mark, for the way rats bite, was on the wrong side of the bait.
So I scan around, and sure enough, sitting on the top of my range hood was a small, thoroughly stunned and enormously confused rat. The fucker had hopped on the trap from the wrong side, and instead of the bar hitting him, it threw the furry little bastard across the room, square into the metal chimney of the range hood.
And before you ask, no, I have not caught him, when I realised what happened I cracked up, and was laughing to hard to actually get the bastard, it managed to escape. I've re-set the trap, and honestly at this point, I don't care if I end up with a dead rat, or just a repeat performance of the acrob-rat.