Scary things happened this week:
HIM fell off the ladder. (Why he was on the ladder was a whole different story.) Somehow HIM ended up falling off the ladder and then landing on the ladder. I should have stopped to take a picture but I wasn't thinking of posting it at the time. (Later I would regret it, but you know how these things go.) So here's a diagram for hilarity's sake.
And thus we have a mystery.
Well, HIM laid on top of the ladder for a while, looking up at the sky, trying not to move, and I hovered asking things like, "Do I need to call an ambulance?" and "What hurts?" and "Get your sorry up ass or I'll kick it?" (Well I didn't really say the last one and it wasn't really a question.)
HIM said something about scrapes on his ankle, shin, bruised ass and head. Apparently his tuckus made a connection with one of the rungs and left a rung-sized bruise there. I just couldn't picture it in my head. (The fall, not the bruise.) So here's another diagram. HIM couldn't just fall off the ladder in a typical way. No, the ladder slipped out from under him.