Sharp things make me a little nervous. I'm super careful with knives. I will never put them into a sink full of water. I won't put my hand into the trash disposal to retrieve something even if it's clearly turned off.

If I break a glass, there's gonna be a half-hour clean-up operation involving gloves, broom, dustpan, vacuum cleaner, and sometimes a flashlight.

I suppose we don't come into contact with sharp things in daily life as often as we do hot things.

My anxiety and extra carefulness around sharp objects come from a childhood incident, too. I was three and broke a cup and somehow cut a big hunk of skin out of my wrist and had to have lots of stitches. I don't even remember the accident.