Comedy near misses on garden DIY

Inspired by @fat controller's bad day story while building his grow cabinet, I thought we could share amusing anecdotes about garden project mishaps that we got away with.

I'll start.

I was once up a ladder trimmer a tree for my dad. The branch didn't fall the way I'd worked out it would. It fell and belted me, and knocked me clean off the ladder. Realising this would be so much worse if I landed with saw still in hand, I decided as I fell to throw the saw clear. It didn't get clear. It got snagged sharp side up in the fence. I fell on it and sliced right into my finger. That wasn't the end of it. I still had some way to go, so after bouncing off the fence and the sharp side of the saw, I continued all the way to the ground, landing on my side.

All I got to show for this scary incident was a sliced finger tip

 

FC have you got the picture of you in the bucket, that's a must see!

 

Aww FC

 

I broke my foot by dropping a clay pot with a Kelsae onion in it, and then broke the other foot by finding a tree stump while looking up at the trees for Oyster mushrooms

 

Sorry to hear that FC.

 

Ouch!!!

 

@clueless1 your story of throwing the saw clear, but "meeting it" on your way down anyway, reminds me of this story:

I was working alone on the roof of a new six-story building. When I completed my work, I found I had about 100 kg of bricks left over.

Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley which was attached to the side of the building at the sixth floor.

Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to insure a slow descent of the 100 kg of bricks. I weight a little over 70 kg.

Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building.

In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equally impressive speed. This fractured my skull, caused minor abrasions and a broken collarbone.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of the excruciating pain I was now beginning to experience.

At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground, and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, the barrel weighed approximately 25 kg. You'll remember my weight from earlier.

As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. That fractured both my ankles, broke a tooth and caused severe lacerations of my legs and lower body.

Here my luck began to change slightly. The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked.

As I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move and watching the empty barrel six stories above me, I again lost my composure and my presence of mind and let go of the rope.

 

Wow Kristen! I'm surprised you're here to tell the tale! I bet it was a long recovery for you.

 

Indeed. However I spent the recovery time typing it into as many internet sites as I could find. Here's the one I did in 1958

 

I would have done if I could spell it!