The ever excellent Futility Closet gives us the pain scale invented by Justin Schmidt:
- 1.0 – Sweat bee: “Light, ephemeral, almost fruity. A tiny spark has singed a single hair on your arm.”
- 1.2 – Fire ant: “Sharp, sudden, mildly alarming. Like walking across a shag carpet and reaching for the light switch.”
- 1.8 – Bullhorn acacia ant: “A rare, piercing, elevated sort of pain. Someone has fired a staple into your cheek.”
Keep going all the way to the Bullet Ant for a world of pain you never knew existed.
I think he’s missed one though; how to describe that moment when you walk past a solid oiece of furniture in bare feet, only for your little toe to make a crunching connection with one corner……
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Oh ow, I’ve done THAT before! Hopping and cursing seems to help.
Or tripping over a conveniently placed child’s toy/building block in the middle of the night. I broke a toe doing that one night.
My wife denies it, but I’m virtually positive there were other times when she arranged items on the stairs knowing I’d be returning home after the rest of the family had retired for the evening… having stopped off someplace to sample the nectar of a few choice flowers or some such other entirely innocent thing….
Oh I’m sure Curmudgeon