Knife fight

Got in a vicious knife fight today.
Not really. But that is what I plan to claim happened.
Because I trust that my secret will be well guarded (and 'cause nobody reads this anyway) I will explain what really happened.
Confucius say...
"when mosquito land on arm, do not swat with garden shears."
I was trying to be a nice wife and pick up after my husband. He left this tubing stuff he uses for his fish tanks on the deck outside, and the Moe was about to make it a chew toy. I was trimming the hibiscus when I noticed this. Without putting down the shears, I scooped up the pile of tubing and carried to the garage. On the way, one of the four billion mosquitoes that live in our backyard landed on my right wrist. Forgetting that my left hand still held the shears, I swatted. Ouch. And don't expect that a medical student is going to take this opportunity to practice his bedside manners. Oh no. First, he will look at the gaping wound and act a little disappointed that the shears did not penetrate the sub-something-or-other layer, 'cause that would be cool to see. Then, he will make fun of you all the way to Walgreens to pick up butterfly bandages. So, you can plainly see why I plan to claim this cut was not self-inflicted. You can also plainly see, near the bottom left of the picture, that the mosquito still got off enough of a bite to leave a mark.