Since snails count, I think my dwarf frog story should, too.
I had had my frogs for approx. 4 days, when I woke up to my Dad pounding on my door. When I opened it, Dad had a glass in his hand with one of my new dwarf frogs and a bit of tapwater. Later I pieced together what had to have happened.
First, the frog squeezed out of the 1/2 inch gap at the back of my lid. Then it dropped from the top of the tank to my dresser (12"). Froggy then crawled/dropped off my dresser to the floor (3 feet), crawled under my bedroom door, and made it approximately another six or seven feet to the shelf my Mom found him hiding under with the cats watching at least part of the last bit. She held the cats back from finishing their attack, while Dad got him/her in the jar. Not only is Froggy still alive, as far as I can tell no limbs were broken, all toes and fingers are accounted for, not even a claw missing and a week later she/he is eating and swimming.
I thought these frogs were supposed to be aquatic!