Doing my best, worst Looney Tunes impression...
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A splintery hole on a wooden porch. No roadrunner was seen. No lessons were learned. Well, I did learn about the amazing strength of my tibia. I shall never take it for granted again.
A weather-weakened board collapsed on my porch, while I had one foot on it, and gravity combined with my own mass means the floor tried to monch its way up my leg. Made it a good distance past my knee too. I'm fine, but, boy howdy, I'm too old for this Tom and Jerry/Wile E Coyote shit...
OW!