But my Bat'leth has finally tasted blood! Albeit, my own. My dog's ball went under my desk, I reached for it, and bumped my bat'leth because it was simply leaned up against the shelf next to my desk.
You know how the back of them are curved? (And if you don't, shame on you!) Damn thing slid on the curve, and poked itself right through my pants and a half-inch into the left side of my knee. Just think of stabbing yourself with a wide bladed, very sharp, stainless steel knife. Same thing.
Yes, I'm a dumbass. :)