August 6, 2008
From Facebook:
Jason broke a couple of knife-safety rules this morning. Ow.
In order to keep my dog from barking too much, even though my note-leaving neighbor has turned out to be an insufferable douchebag, I leave her with a treat when I go to work: Cow ears that she can gnaw on for about half an hour.
Well, Monday I grabbed a giant ear. I think that someone must've been cross-breeding cows with elephants or something. Not wanting to leave my dog with the canine equivalent of a dozen Snickers bars, but with even less nutritional value, I decided to cut the thing in half.
The two rules I broke were: Not cutting away from my body, and not securing the thing I was cutting. The knife bound like a saw (dried animal ears are tough) then skipped out and I jabbed myself in the webbing between my left thumb and index finger. The cut's about an eighth of an inch long, and probably only that deep, but damn it hurt.
Sentences you don't usually hear yourself say: "That's weird; it's not bleeding." ... "Oh, OK. There it goes."
So yeah, two knife-safety rules. And: Ow.
