Not cute, furry creatures. Not. Cute.

In the past, I have managed to cut my fingers on the wall, the shower, Changes (the Dresden Files book, which, to be fair, I always knew was out to get me), and possibly thin air.

So what in the world made me think I could clean up broken glass without slicing my fingers open?

It hurts, and we have nothing even resembling a bandaid, and there is probably still broken glass over there, but if I have to bend over any more right now, I think I might actually pass out.

The cats should be very, very glad that cleaning up after them takes up all the energy I would otherwise use to strangle them. That's all I'm saying.