Yesterday. Band Practice. I'm walking down the icy and poorly constructed wooden stairs from the studio to Otis' house. I slip on the third stair, cartoon stylee. Legs go flying up in the air and I come down on the stairs on my back and head with such force that most of the stairs are completely destroyed. I guess it was sort of like Chris Farley crashing through the coffee table... not very flattering. Fortunately, I had about 5 Ibuprofen in me to deal with the soreness from snowboarding, so I walked away reasonably unscathed.
This afternoon. The basement. I'm setting a rat trap to put up in the attic, as it appears our friends have figured out a way to circumvent the protective barriers I set up to keep them from crashing in our attic rent-free. Now, I don't know exactly what happened, but the short of it is that I triggered the trap on MY FREAKIN' THUMB. Holy crap that hurt. I now know how much force is delivered to the neck of our fuzzy pals when they go after that irresistable smear of peanut butter.
What's next? What further dangers await our hero this weekend? Rabid dog? Runaway bus? Nobody knows... but I'd advise you to not stand too close.