Makes me reminisce about one of the early bands I was in. We used to rehearse in my friends garage. I REALLY didn't get on with the bass player, nor he with I. And where I'm always trying to be thoughtful, he was just this self-absorbed, selfish twat.
So on one occasion he knocked one of my cymbals over. I let that go with a harsh word or three.
About two weeks later he was arsing about with his guitarist mate and damaged my snare drum in so doing.
So I waited until he'd gone for lunch...then power-sawed the head off his bass guitar.
I know it wasn't clever. And I know I should have shown more restraint and been the better person. But it gave me such pleasure.