For the Ages
Yesterday my one-year old got into a box of old floppy disks and tore them apart. They had the backup copies of old short stories that I'd written a while back. I wasn't worried until I realized that my four-year old had erased most of those stories when she formatted my hard drive two years ago.
I don't know exactly what was lost. Most of them were pretty horrible and the world will go on but it's another reason that successful artists tend to have few or no children (except for Bach).