I LOVE telling this story...
A couple years ago, maybe 2 or 3, I was planning to sneak a minnow home from a fishing trip and keep it as a pet, since my mom said no to a goldfish. So at the bait store, I asked the person there if minnows eat bread (so I would know what to feed it). My mom gave me a strange look, and figured I was just curious. But the lady said that she didn't know what they eat, and that they just got shipped to the shop and then sold to customers. So we went on our fishing trip, and when we were packing up to go home and I was supposedly dumping out the extra minnows that we didn't use into the lake, I slipped one into my water bottle. I put the bottle in our bag and took him home. When we got to our house, I put him in a cottage cheese container and hid him under my bed. 3 days went by, and I got worried since the poor thing was starving. I told my mom, and she said we could keep him! So we fed him Beta food and he ate it, and we named him Bubbles. He lived in our fish bowl for 3 months, but then he died. It was such a miracle though.
I got my mom to like fish, so now I have a Beta of my own.
And when I was a baby, I sat in a red ant hill. I started crying and my parents were like "what's wrong?" And then they saw about 100 ants going up my legs and biting me... xD
EDIT: Also, when my sister was little she would shove my parents credit cards down the vent. xD