My favorite part of my dnd group right now is that their collective anxiety creates a better story than I do when planning the session.
Me, intending to have them either fight or befriend a pack of CR ½ wolves: As you’re setting up camp tonight, you hear howling in the distance.
My player, a ball of anxiety with legs: hey, uh, dm? What phase is the moon right now?
Me, reading their mind and quickly flipping pages to the CR 3 werewolf: Oh, you know. Full.