When I was about 11, and it was bedtime, I noticed a newt on the ceiling just above my bed. My older bro, playing with the laser pointer (yes, the one that makes a red dot to point at a specific area) pointed the laser at the little newt's eyes.
I told him to leave the newt and go to sleep.
The next morning, lying awake in my bed, the newt was still in the same spot. It hadn't moved one bit. While gazing at it curiously, my aunt came in to greet us and sat beside me. We began to talk and catch up on things with my other siblings. And then...
Plop.
The newt fell on my aunt's nose.
She shrieked and we all screamed as we backed away from her.
My aunt quickly brushed off the paralyzed newt and ran for the bathroom. She washed her face thrice.
My sibs and I still laugh about that moment.
