Naturally, I didn't do that. I shoved it down a bit to save myself a trip.
On the face of it, that doesn't sound all that foolish, Steve. Pray, go on.
We separate out a lot of recycling stuff, glass paper, but not cat food cans. There was one such empty container under the top layer of goop in the kitchen's bin.
With a nice, sharp-edged peel-up lid right next to it.
You see where this is going, right?
I yelled a bad word for feces several times. Wife came running, dogs fled for the back door.
Nice clean cuts on both the index finger and thumb of my right hand. Not major slices, no sutures necessary, but it makes playing guitar or uke a bit more difficult.
Finger was middle joint, so I got a pass there, and the cut on the thumb was off to one side, but that bandage wasn't going to hold up very well when strumming, given how it had to be positioned. So I super-glued that cut shut and custom-scissored a bandage to be thin and used that. Works okay.
But lesson learned: When the trash bag is full, dump it ...