I accidentally dropped half a mince pie behind the washing machine New Year's Eve afternoon. I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to leave it until morning, and by "morning," I meant the next evening. I had to pull the washing machine forward and climb over it to get to the pie. I was sure I'd be spending my evening with a bucket of hot soapy water and some dish towels "mopping" up the tiny patch of floor back there. To my total amazement, 95% of the pie had landed on top of a plastic cereal bag that had also fallen back there some time ago. Holy shitballs. Luckiest pie mess ever.