Sounds kinda scary, but I was imprisoned by a toddler. No, it wasn't one of these where I got locked out of my house. I was actually inside my house when the whole thing happened.
For whatever reason, the previous home owners had a chain link on the bottom of the door. We don't have a key to it, so we don't use it. Mammita plays with it and it always manages to slide back, but for whatever reason, it didn't. So when Mammita's dad came to pick her up I had to figure out how to get out of my own house.
This whole production involved three screw drivers and a hammer. The screws and the plate had been painted in and the screws were so old that one of them had a worn head (most of them were a bit worn) and was screwed in wrong so I ended up pulling that one out with a hammer. It was a bit frustrating, but is also sorta funny.
Now we look very ghetto with a chain lock hanging at the bottom of the door. Mammita's dad suggested renting bolt cutters. I'm leaving this one up to Hubby. Maintenance falls under his job description. (We divided up jobs when we were first married. I am correspondence. Hubby is maintenance.)