Regarding The Power of Observation
When I was at university there were a number of cases where tapes used by the mainframe (Unicac 1100) had become corrupted. Everything they could think of had been checked, but all came out negative; The problem persisted. After a number of weeks a pattern started emerging: it seemed that corruption occured over week-ends.
Interrogating staff and students did not yield any result either. Somebody (the professor who regaled the tale did not mention who) then decided to surreptituosly monitor the computer room, as well as the route along which tapes were transported from the computer room to the storage area, to see if he could catch the culprit red-handed. It took a number of weeks, but he finally got his man - or rather woman.
It turned out that the tapes used by students were kept in a large storage room accessible to everyone, since it was not valuable (in the sense tha the financial tapes were). These tapes were stored in wooden racks bolted to one wall, with the first shelf being about ten to fifteen centimetres above the floor, with three shelves above it. Regularly used tapes were stored on the middle two shelves (for easy access), whilst seldom-used tapes were on the bottom shelve and tapes that were deemed to be never used, plus new tapes, were on the top shelf.
On the particular day the culprit was caught, the Observer noticed the cleaning lady coming along, polishing the floors with a massive polisher (something like this ).
The shelf was just high enough off the floor to allow the polisher to get real up close and personal to the front of the tapes (being stored like a horizontal stack of coins). Those were noisy buggers; my mom had a Columbus like that.
Secondly (I think I have told the tale here before, but here is a summary): one of my colleagues told us a story about a server in a remote site (about 300 km away) that had suddenly started failing, almost to the minute, at the same time of day. Calls to the branch did not reveal any reason why it should shut down (no power failures or surges, nor anyone unplugging the server to plug in a vacuum cleaner or whatever). Eventually one of the techies were sent off on a nice Friday drive to observe the phenomenon first-hand.
The first thing he noticed, was that the server was not in the cubicle that served as a server room any more, but resided on a desk in front of a window. I cannot remember why it was moved, but it was probably because they were upgrading the cubicle to (or maybe creating) a proper server room, and that was the only available space for it to reside in the mean time.
The second thing that he noticed as the magic hour slowly approached, was that the sun had started to shine on the side of the server, the window being west-facing. And right on cue, after about an hour of being baked, the server dutifully shut down because it suffered thermal stress (the sun in Limpopo province in high summer can be brutal).
(Icon for the heat of the sun, obviously)