One time when I was in the 5th grade, my mom handed me a walkie talkie (this was before cell phones became wide-spread.)  She told me that she was just going to the post office (about five minutes from the house,) and to let her know if anything went wrong.

Sixty seconds after she’d shut the front door, my brother and his friend had knocked over the birdcage, all four parakeets were flying around the house, somebody accidentally tripped over the bottom of the cage and sent it spinning into the guinea pig’s cage (seed flying everywhere,) two of the birds were chasing one of my sister, and my other sister was screaming into the walkie talkie that Mom needed to come home because we were doomed.