This is the sort of thing can happen when a person who is generally accustomed to behaving properly among humans is left alone for a couple of hours.

The father and daughter were up in Vermont; the son was at a playdate.  The materfamilias was alone in the house, grilling shellfish for an assignment.  One moment there were 20 clams, nicely composed for the shot.  The next, there I was, still squatting on the well cover, with buttery, clammy fingers.  Your Honor, I have no idea what happened.