I once read about a navy game; what better way to spend your shore leave in foreign lands than with a bit of beach cricket? Unfortunately, it was terribly hot, and as the afternoon wore on everyone got tired of playing. The last wicket seemed to last forever. Eventually, the brave slogger who was holding up the game chopped a lofted square cut into the sea, where the ball was promptly swallowed by a shark.
The umpire called him out - caught "Shark".
Other curiosities: my cat chases cricket balls but he never stays put and gets called for interference all too frequently.