In my junior year at Yale, my buddy Ingrid and I took a spring break road trip to Montreal. It was great for about 5 days, at which point my car was stolen – then I was a rip-roaring angry mess. When we told the car insurance company it was stolen in Montreal, they said, “Oh, in that case we’ll just pay out the lump sum, cuz you’ll probably never see it again – Montreal is notorious for car theft.” Well, apparently they are now known for truck-and-trailer-carrying-tiger-and-camels theft, too:

BBC News – Tiger and two camels believed stolen in Canada.

P.S. About three months after that road trip, I got a call from the Montreal police. They found my car seats (identified by the serial number) in a chop shop.