My favorite (and significantly more minor) plumbing mishap was when my husband took our toilet apart to replace…who even remembers? He had all of the parts laid out in the order he took them apart in and paused to answer his cell phone. Our tiny yet possessed by (adorable) demons dog ran into the bathroom, picked up and promptly chewed up and ate some random plastic part. So we then had to catch the butt sniffer, make her barf (hey hydrogen peroxide, you’re so much cheaper than an emergency vet), clean up the barf and call a plumber. Who came right over, laughed at us and fixed it so like, nbd, but everything is an adventure.