Maybe this should be in the "Dumbass" section. In between passes on Sunday, I laid by razor on a towel. I accidentally bumped the towel and it and the razor headed for the floor. Reflexively, I reached out to catch it. My already deep respect for the rest of the animal kingdom continues to grow--their instincts allow them to survivie; mine are trying to kill me. I ended up with two small but painful lacerations on my palm. Worse, I have had to explain how I got them. So far, I've cut my nose, both earlobes, the inside of one of my ears and now my hand. Oddly, my technique has improved to the point that I don't cut my face or neck. Go figure.
P.S. The razor landed on the towel which landed on a rug; so it is fine.