Okay. So my mom cut her finger this evening trying to pry a coconut out of its shell with a knife. (Something I'd been attempting to do, but gave up on saying, "I can't do this. I'm stopping before I cut one of my fingers off or something". Two minutes later, mom goes "ow". Guess I jinxed her or something. Hehe.) So we go to the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet, to discover two things: one, we're short on disinfectant, and two, we have a lot of bandaids. I mean a lot of bandaids. You'd probably find less kinds of bandaids in any supermarket. Apparently, mom stocked up on bandaids twice after we'd ran out of them the last time, forgetting that she'd already bought them and so buying them again. So we have all kinds of bandaids. We have regular bandaids, we have waterproof bandaids (which appear to be afraid of water, as every time I use one of those and then take a shower they get right off, while regular bandaids hold just fine), square bandaids, round bandaids, large bandaids, medium-sized bandaids, tiny bandaids, oval bandaids, eight-shaped bandaids for fingers (or you could consider them infinite-shaped, since after all an infinite symbol is just an eight that got tired and decided to take a nap... hey, that would be a good slogan, actually... "infinite protection for your fingers!"... okay, okay, it wouldn't be a good slogan, it would just give me a chance to be witty by making the aforementioned "tired 8" comment). We even have those newfangled bandaids for blisters. We have small boxes, single-type boxes, all-in-one boxes, and the Big Box, which promises "all kinds of bandaids" but now just hosts the really small ones, the ones our family never uses (and I doubt anybody else ever uses, because let's face it, those bandaids are so small that they would cover only really really small wounds, and those aren't wounds, they're scratches, what kind of wimp would put a bandaid over a scratch?). We have enough bandaids to last us a year or even more, considering how rarely we get hurt so seriously that we need a bandaid. Last time I used a bandaid was last month, because I had a kitten scratch on my foot and my sandal strap kept rubbing there and preventing healing so I had to protect it somehow (otherwise I wouldn't have used a bandaid on there). Before that, I honestly can't remember. I can't remember the last time my brother or either of my parents needed a bandaid either, except for today.
Oh well. Now we just have to remember to buy disinfectant next time we go to the supermarket. (And hopefully mom won't buy it twice.)
...anyone need a bandaid?

Y'know, electric hedge trimmers do wonders on coconut shells.

We opened it by whacking it on the ground. But we had to pry the remains out of the shell. :p

Electric hedge trimmers sound a bit overkill...