Nothing quite captures the existential dread of inheriting legacy code like Bugs Bunny contemplating his own mortality. One minute you're confidently accepting the task, the next you're reaching for that metaphorical pistol because the codebase looks like it was written by a caffeinated octopus with a keyboard.
The sweet release of death suddenly seems preferable to figuring out why there's a comment saying "Don't touch this or everything breaks" next to a function named temporaryFix2013
. Bonus points if there's zero documentation and the original developer left to "pursue other opportunities" (translation: fled the crime scene).