Lawnmowers can be evil!

   Lawnmowers are dangerous!  It seems that the machines are out to get us.  I have it figured that they are monsters in disguise.  When you least expect it, mowers can leap out in attack!  Wham!  They've got you! It ain't pretty, folks!  It ain't pretty!

  I guess you have gathered by now that I had a run in with the lawnmower, today.  In all fairness, I have to admit that I was stupid and the mower was not at fault.  The mulching of the debris line from Hurricane Zeta is still in full swing.  Using the lawnmower as a mulcher was a hare-brained idea that came to me in the middle of the night when I found that chipper/shredders were outrageously priced.  Knowing that a new machine would rust quickly when putting salt-laden debris in it, I opted to use an old, refurbished lawnmower instead.  Smart thinking...stupid thinking.  The mower is lacking the back guard flap that keeps things from slinging out at your feet.  No problem...until today.  I had carefully (I thought) raked out the debris line and removed anything that could not be mulched.  For the past two days, everything has gone smoothly.  Today, I was obviously lax in sorting and left one unseen object in the debris.  That object could have been my undoing.  As it is, I have a slight injury to my wrist.  

  After mowing for about an hour, I noticed a rather large chunk of wood between me and the mower.  I reached down to remove it and, at that very instance, the mower picked up an 8 inch long bolt and propelled it toward my leg.  The bolt, now jagged from impact with the blade, caught my wrist, instead.  A two inch long slice was cut into the flesh and blood oozed down into my hand.  Well, now!  I wiped the blood off onto my jeans and I continued.  The wrist did not hurt so I figured I could keep working.  It was just a "flesh-wound".  Again, blood filled the palm of my hand and dripped to the fingertips.  Ok, so it was time to head to the Little Bayou House for a repair job!  

  After cleaning the wound, I packed it full of turmeric, bandaged it and headed out the door to work.  Since I am working with debris from the Bayou waters that teem with the flesh-eating bacteria during warm months, I figure I did not need to take any chances.  The turmeric should tend to that for me.  The bolt was obviously ripped from one of the pier stringer boards.  It was rusty and had been in the water for some time.  Perhaps, I should have called it a day but there was work to be done and no time to lollygag about.  The wound will be watched but I am sure not going to whine.  Life is good.  Lawnmowers, on the other hand, can be evil!....Nah, it is all good.  I just need to be a bit more careful.