Mickey's head fell off. Then I dropped him for a second time and his nose popped off. No problem I said to myself. I'll just super glue him back together, quick as a wink.
Apparently it is much easier to glue epidermis to porcelain than it is porcelain to porcelain. Just when I thought it was safe to let go of the body, it decided not to let go of me. And taking the time to hunt around for my phone so I could take a picture was probably not the best idea since it gave the glue more time to become one with my skin.
Mickey still looks like he spent some time at The Tower Of London. And I still have super glue on two fingers and a thumb. At least I have removed the offending mouse.
My deep thought for the day is this. If you are going to glue something to yourself it should be something useful like a wine glass, not a headless cartoon character. Since it was attached to my middle finger however, maybe I should have left it there. It could have come in handy when driving in Boston.