A Word from the Wiser
Wiser than I was this afternoon, anyway. For reference, the motor in my lawn mower gets really, really hot. Yours too, probably. And how, exactly, do I know this, you may ask? Well, I bumped up against one of those garden rocks that I hate and the left front wheel dropped itself to the lowest level which will make it stick on the tiniest little bump never mind cutting the grass unevenly. So I shut off the mower and reached down to move the clip for that wheel back up to the middle level. In so doing, I brushed against what must be the hottest part of the little engine (and why is this spot exposed?).
Total contact time was some not too large fraction of a second, but the result is a roughly 1 cm squared patch of seared skin on the back of my hand just behind the pinkie knuckle. Blistered instantly and hurt like hell. But it doesn’t any more. At all. Just a thick, white spot that’s stiff and wrinkled and numb. Completely numb. Not that I’m looking for the pain to come back, but some sensation when I touch it would be nice.
Moral of the story: um, pay attention to where your hands are, I guess. Unless you really want another scar, that is.