Salvador the Feline Overlord had a hairball and puked in three places in rapid succession in the middle of the day.
Tony decided to pick up puke pool #3 but (as he is very nearly blind, and in this case cat puke and laminate flooring were very much the same colour) he ended up walking through it instead.
He tracked it over half the kitchen and into the bedroom while bent over peering at the floor saying, "What? Where? WHAT?" while I yelled, "Fer Gawds sake STAND STILL!"
I was going to mop anyway.
Funny what passes for love in the afternoon, when you are retired!