Why Running in the Dark is a Dumb Thing to Do

I was in my backyard last night, attempting to fill tiki torches with… tiki(?) fluid. My goal was to accomplish this while it was still light outside and without spilling the fluid all over my arms, making myself a human torch.

Unfortunately, it started to rain so I ran toward the garage at the front of the house when all of a sudden–it was very sudden mind you–something jumped out at me. It was like being behind the wheel of a speeding car that you just can’t stop…CRASH!
 

I have never been so surprised by my own stupidity. Or scared, for that matter.

A few weeks ago, I put up a 4-foot galvanized metal dog fence on the side of the house. I just ran into the 4-foot fence and let me tell you, if you have never ran into a metal fence in the dark, you have no idea how freightening it can be. My left arm was covered in blood and a day later, still pains me to think about it. I’ll tell you more about why I have a 4-foot dog fence a little bit later. Perhaps when typing doesn’t feel so much like ripping a Band-Aid off a hairy arm.