A coworker was having a not-good day, and as I was standing there, before I could stop him, he grabbed one of his plants (a spider that I'll grant you was not looking all that great) and threw it into the trash. I vocalized and reached in after it. Since this was the first addition to a clean trash bag today, I also scooped as much of the ... er ... clean dirt as I could. I'll do my best with it. Poor thing.
The I-don't-know-what I took from near a dumpster a few years ago did not survive, nor did the broken-off bit from a poinsettia, but the christmas cactus that I found in a trash can at work (it was probably a secret santa gift) 1.25 years ago has bloomed for me twice since then.