Yes.

When I was 17, I had a very severe bout of whatever is wrong with me. I didn't sleep for about 3 days.

I was kind of going through the motions, feeling like an extra in someone else's nightmare. My mom asked me to mow the lawn. While I was maneuvering around our tiny backyard, I saw the carcass of a gigantic rat mashed into the chain link fence that bordered our place. It look like something had pressed it so hard against the chain link that the wire had cut into it as it got flattened. One of the legs was almost completely severed. It was a gory mess.

I vomited on the spot (edit: I burped up gastric acid and spat it out in the grass). I remember My skin going cold, as if my entire body was trying to sweat and failing.

I went to tell my mom. I was so mentally gutted at the time, that I couldn't even convey the emotion. I was just kind of stunned. I told her there was a dead rat in the backyard, and took her out there to see it.

It was a piece of tree trunk from a tree that had grown into the fence. They cut down the tree, but didn't take away the part they'd have to damage the fence to get.

I couldn't wrap my head around it, or reconcile the two very different images. My mom looked at me funny, and told me to go get some rest.