I just “stubbed” about a quarter of an inch off the smallest toe on my right foot, by walking into a pneumatic nailer.
The nailer is now thoroughly out of my walkway and under good lighting, lest it, like the croc, take a liking to the taste of my flesh and try for more. I may have to install an alarm clock.
Funny thing: My feet were so cold (You’ve heard that heat rises? Yeah. It feels like it’s still twenty degrees on the floor.) that I just thought I’d stubbed my toe, that the pain was a normal, reasonable level. In fact, due to the coldness, until a minute or three later when I crossed my legs and noticed it, I’m pretty sure my toe hadn’t quite worked out to bleed. Of course then I kept doing things like try to examine it, clean it, apply antibiotic ointment and bandaids and such and it warmed up and started bleeding pretty good.
I managed to somehow completely miss the large blister I’ve been growing there between Vegas walking and Christmas shopping and many, many, many walks to and from the local blockbuster to fill my weekend stuck in Phoenix. So now I have a chunk of toe gone, which is drawing attention to the “extra” toe that was already pretty painful.