It’s not over till the tremulant sings

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I started a new customer today for pest control service.

While in her garage, passing by between her car and the wall (there was about 2-3 feet clearance), I walked by the passenger-side rear view mirror and… got bit.

Normally, you would assume a smoothly rounded mirror and it wouldn’t hurt much to run into it (I try not to run into things, but sometimes it happens!)

Unfortunately for me, this was no ordinary mirror — instead, it had been broken/shattered so that in the place of a smoothly rounded item was instead a dagger-sharp piece of impending death. Or pain, at least. Anyway, before I knew it I sliced open my hand. This picture was taken a few hours later (thanks to Ashley and Brittany on the photography).