I once stayed at a Bed & Breakfast in Vermont with a host pair who were on the edge of crazy. One tried to heal me. Laying on hands healing. I told her not to heal me because i get a federal disability check!
At breakfast on the third day, after we had all been laughing real hard, the husband brought out his "pet" surprize and asked me to hold my hand out.

No, it was not a spider.

I warned him seriously not to put a spider in my hand unless he wanted me to throw it against the wall and kill it, and sh*t my pants in the process. He promised me that his pet was not a spider.

So I held my hand out. With a mouthful of blueberry muffin and the coffee cup in my right hand, he placed the pet in my left hand, and I opened my eyes. It was a Madagascar cockroach as big as my whole hand and it weighed about half a pound! You should have heard the screams of laughter when they all saw my face. He did this at the breakfast table with everyone eating. I laughed so hard I cried.

Memorable, to say the least.