Inspired by a response in another thread...
I live in a block of flats next to a canal. One warm, dusky, summer evening I took my rubbish to the bin store and..... stood on a decomposing rat. It was a monster, I was wearing fabric ballet flats and it went with an almighty pop. I was stood on decomposing rat guts up to my (bare) ankles. I couldnt even take my shoes off as there was broken glass on the floor so had to shuffle back home with rat gut shoes
Anyone care to beat that?