I just recalled a fascinating incident from several months ago.

My mother and sister had come to visit me and we all went out to dinner. My sister had a little, brighly-colored cocktail umbrella from one of our dishes that she was twirling around in her fingers. Suddenly, this look of sheer malevolence spread across my mother's face and, with a speed and reflex as only seen on the Discovery channel, snatched the umbrella from my sister's hand smashed it to splinters in her clenched fist.

It was by far the most maniacal thing I'd ever seen my mother do. I didn't know she had it in her. It was quite funny.