Rip those toenails!

I kept finding yellowy shards in various places, especially in front of the family room couch. I'd go to sit on the couch and watch T.V., and be stabbed in my bare feet. That was bad enough, but when I sat on the couch while wearing shorts, and was stabbed in the tutu, I screeched. It really hurt because the shard du jour was stuck in my skin! My husband pulled it out (I couldn't see it), and then he laughed. He thought it was hysterically funny, I'd been impaled on one of his ripped off toenail bits. I had to explain what a nail clipper was, why one should use such a device, and the appropriate location for said use! I may forgive him one day.