Well it finally happen. I managed to make it through some thirty years of driving treacherous mountain roads, falling all sorts of trees and lots of limbing and bucking of logs into firewood and never had a much worse than a sliver, finally last night as I slipped out to load the wood stove before hitting sack for what I was hoping would be a good night's sleep, it happen. The wood box had been previously loaded by my son at my request, he filled it heaping with various sizes of splits, some small, some big, I was after a couple medium ones near the back, as I pulled one out of the back of the stack it shifted a larger one near the front edge of the box, it was sort of dark in the room and I was bare foot, what happen next was totally unexpected by me at the time. The big split fell off the wood box and the sharp edge of the heavy split fell right on the tip of my pinky toe and the fella next to him. At the last second I tried to pull my foot out of the way, but it only made it worse, at the moment of impact I yanked my foot away, but rather than saving my toes I tore the skin as I pulled it out from under the heavy split. Boy did it hurt! it was like the pain of stubbing your toe on the coffee table, only 10 times worse. It bled like the dickens so I bandaged it up. I consider myself to have a high pain threshold, but I had a hard time getting to sleep last night as it throbbed. Anyway, I've gone years without any serious injury in this hobby, I guess it was only a mater of time till it caught up with me. I hope I can go another 30 years without any mishaps.