Lived in a semi, nice garden with lawn, GH, veg beds, always grew annuals also a pond. From the smallest age I was fascinated with water, to the point my parents had me to swimming lessons at the age of 4, which back in '78, was relatively novel to say the least. They were terrified I'd drown.. Anyways, I became almost obsessed with river life and frogs/newts, toads dragon/damsel flies and so I got my dad to dig out a pond. Wasn't any great shakes, about 8 inches deep. and about 3 x5' BLUE tarp lol.. I went off up the local common and railway track ditches, collected spawn in spring and caught numerous newts and brought them back. Got some weed snails etc and all was well for a couple of years or so. Every year, would go bring some more spawn back to pond and enjoy watching the tadpoles develop.
Anyways one day, my mum goes out to get the washing in off the line, she comes storming back into the house shouting 'Ben? have you put something in the pond?' to which I answered 'why?'. She said come with me, so I followed to the garden to find the pond seemingly 'boiling' with activity. The tadpoles, boatmen, even the skaters were frantically trying to get out. So I said 'yeah I put an eel in there', she said 'what?' I said 'I put an eel in there', she goes back in and tells my dad, who comes out raging. 'You put an eel in there? Are you stupid?' No I said, I put 3!!!
Yeah, we had to drain the whole pond sieving everything for all the tadpoles/newts/snails all 3 eels went right down into the mud and roots of the weeds, yeah, I was NOT flavour of the month took like 4 hours lol. I had caught the eels in a river brought them back in a carrier bag and figured they'd be fine in the pond!! I bet they figured they were fine, all you can eat restaurant!
Anyways, aside from that my worst faux pas would be using the weedkiller watering can on my grandfathers dahlias when i was 7 yrs old, how I still have my head I don't know. So what naughties have you guys done?