Vacuuming the apartment on Sunday. Carpet's frayed in one spot, string just hanging out there. Vacuum snags the string as I make a pass over that area. Thoughtless reflex - I grab at the string before any more of it can be eaten. My index finger tangles in the unwieldy strand, as the powerful brushroll pulls it up toward its spinning doom at top speed. Mangled/ripped the flesh off down to the dermis on both sides of the top knuckle.
Any other human being would have shut the damn thing off at the very start.
This is probably more of an ordinary, "Hey, I'm a fucking idiot right now" moment, vs an authentic sensotard moment, actually.
Sidenote: That vacuum is AWESOME, by the way- despite our conflict. I feel disgustingly domestic expressing enthusiasm over a cleaning device, but it is that good.