I stabbed myself with my Ladybug, today, but not deep, at all. just a bit to let me open my eyes, and breathe a sigh.
I had cut my thumb, very badly, several years ago, once with a Buck, and once with my wife's Victorinox. Both times I ended up in the ER getting stitches. With the Buck, I was opening a cardboard box, and drew the knife toward me. That was three stitches. The other time, I had found her knife in her purse, and it was corroded shut. I was using a pair of pliers trying to open the blade when my hand slipped off the pliers and across the blade, cutting my thumb almost through. Quite a few butterfly stitches were needed to keep the wound closed. Both times it happened on the nicest spring day of the respective year, and everybody was outside hurting themselves. I was in the ER until about 4:00 in the morning.