Gotta go with FotoJoe on this one; my wife probably wouldn't even notice. She didn't even realize that I threw out her old, broken 24 quart roasting oven after she bought a new one.
On the other hand, Joe; I reached an agreement with my daughter's old thoroughbred racehorse. To whit; he agrees to not buck me into low-earth-orbit, and I agree to stop trying to make the rowels of my spurs meet in the middle of his belly when he starts to buck. Our rides together have been much more enjoyable over the last 8 years.
Can't say much about "horse-eating monsters".... had a gray that saw them from time-to-time. He was a great (outstanding, actually) horse normally; but now and then we'd find ourselves landing somewhere 10-12 feel from where we were previously traveling. I just put it down to the Arab blood; and reminded myself that I knew it when I bought him. Actually I miss ol' Dutch quite a bit.