Leaving school.
Many years ago, I went to a boarding school. Having finished our GCSE's, a few friends and myself devised the ultimate leaving prank to extract our revenge on the school chaplain, who was also one of the housemasters. For the combined boredom of every single preachy sermon he gave us, we gave him a plague of locusts.

I went down to Pet City on my bike, purchased £30's worth of the aforementioned reptile-fodder and later that evening one of my partners in crime let them loose in the chaplain's flat, via a door he for some reason never locked.

I'd love to say it was total carnage, but to be honest, none of us really know. He was very late for breakfast the next day though. :) I like to think the locusts' descendants are still in the flat, munching his pot-plants to this day.
( VeryGnawty, Wed 4 May 2005, 15:05, Reply)