In May of 2020, lightning hit a tree in front of my condo. The flash and thunder were so close to simultaneous that I couldn’t tell the difference, following which I heard the sound of something crashing to the ground. I was at the back of the condo at the time, so I was maybe about 50 or 60 feet from the tree. When I went to look, I’d guess at least a third, perhaps half, of the tree was littering the ground; big splinters were thrown up onto my patio. The tree was split open to the heartwood, and the workers who came to investigate cut down what was left standing, evidently deciding it was beyond saving.
A webcomic about mad scientists, Girl Genius, in one reference numerous years ago (24 August 2005) said a certain person died due to “bad clams.” Then the speaker elaborated. Clams can become poisonous as a result of rotting, or perhaps disease-infected, but these hadn’t – instead, they’d evidently been given intelligence and hands (or tentacles), and “they had axes.”
Look at the cat thinking, “Lunch!”