My worst was when my dog was a puppy. I was chain sewing little nine patches together. My aunt had cut these squares for me when I was eight and I carried them with me through all our moves, children, etc. So I'm chain sewing these vintage squares of fabric in a long line, only to find when I'm done that the puppy was under the sewing table chewing on the squares as they came down...
The dog actually made it to grow up! And now it only eats little snippets of fabric from the floor.