Ok this one's more funny than exciting. When I was dating my first husband we were both in school and totally poor. Limited access to places for sex so we got to be pretty creative ( and spent alot of time outside, summer and winter).

Well we were all excited to have saved enough to spend a night in a motel. Ok it was an Econolodge, but it was newly remodeled, right? So picture me there, tied spread eagle on the bed with my breast tied like balloons as he fills not only the ice bucket, but all the trash cans etc w/ ice. And just as he dumps this all over my already cold body.....here comes Mr. Mouse. Who not only ran across the floor to the bed, but then climbed up the cord for the lamp and right onto the bed. Ok, mouse phobic, I admit it. And freezing. And of course by now screaming (something to the effect of get me off of here, kill it kill it). My poor boyfriend is freaking out trying to decide whether to go after the mouse or untie me, or take this scene a little farther. Luckily Mr. Mouse ran off the bed. I then was untied, dressed and out of that room in less than 5 minutes.

What I learned that night? Remodeled does not mean clean (also saw a roach in the tub). Mice can climb walls and are really fast. And where as a little ice can be lots of fun, lots of ice is just cold.