Been a long time since I've done this, but super-glued 3 fingers together.
I had to get my wife to help me open the can of acetone
True story:
I was building a model airplane using CA when I did the inevitable, glued my fingers to the model. Fingernail polish remover was across the room, so I called my wife from the bedroom to the sunroom to bring me the bottle. She does and while I'm detaching my fingers from the balsa, she says, "There's a 'possum in the house."
Thinking it was a dead opossum brought in by one of the many cats we lived with, I said something along the lines of "Oh, great. One of the cats brought in their dead toy."
Wife says, "Nope. It's not dead."
I look to my right and there it is, sitting *in* the cat food dispenser, enjoying its meal. I ask for the wife to hand me a large, heavy book to trap it inside. I'm still partially adhered to the airplane, so not moving as freely as I'd like. While she reaches over to grab the book, the opossum decides to vacate the premises. I figure it came in through the cat door, so I close the cat door with the little metal plate that slides over the flap.
Thinking the incident over with, I continue with my evening's activities and end up sitting at my computer, browsing the Internet, when I hear a loud crunching noise. I think, "Man! That cat is being loud!" I look over the desk and there's the opossum, munching merrily away at the cat food and one of our cats, Heckle, sitting less than a foot away, all puffed up and three times larger than normal. I decide I'm going to handle this once and for all, so I grab my SCA (a medieval reenactment group) sword. It was a 3.5 foot long piece of rattan covered over in duct tape with a basket hilt made out of steel bars welded together.
I approach the miscreant marsupial with the rattan sword, when I find out how it got back inside. Seems that there was a gap that was open where one of the girls had broken some of the glass in the sliding glass door and the opossum slid through the gap. It heads through the gap to make its escape, so I quickly head outside (back door was in the sunroom) and confront it while it's between what's left of the glass doors. Naturally, being an opossum, it freezes. I pull the door aside quickly and it comes out on the wooden deck and hisses at me, showing its full set of needle-sharp teeth.
Having been the victim of a home invasion by this critter, I execute a near-perfect snap from the shoulder and strike the opossum just behind its shoulder blades, across its spine, paralyzing the 'possum. (It would have been perfect if I had struck it on the head, which was my aim point.) I then proceed to pummel the 'possum on the head until it is obvious that it is a dead opossum.
And that, dear folks, is how my sword earned its name, "Opossum Bane."
Dang. I'm going to have to name a rocket that in the near future.
