Tis the season!
My carving tools included those cheap little saws they sell in pumpkin carving kits, some little linocut bits without the handle, because I’ve mislaid the handle (d’oh!), and an Xacto knife.
Largely unrelated story: when I was a little kid, I used to do model (and eventually, high-powered) rocketry. I once took part in a test group for a major manufacturer in the field, wherein a pack of kids built a pre-market rocket kit, to see if it was something a pack of kids could understand and build before they started selling it. I was one of the younger kids in the group, and had always been rather self-conscious and unable to ask for help or admit my own failings (I may or may not have grown out of this). On one part, I was trying to shave a little flange of plastic off the form (for to make it pretty!) and my hand slipped, and I stabbed myself in the palm with an Xacto knife.
It was a bad wound; the knife went in to the handle and I know I stared at my hand opened-mouthed for more than a moment as the blood welled out and ran down my wrist. But I didn’t want anyone to know that the little kid had screwed up, so I wiped off the blade (and the rocket, and the table, and the floor) and did my best to hide it.
It bled for more than an hour.
I don’t know how I succeeded in hiding it- there was plenty of adult supervision. I even hid it once I went back home; to this day I don’t think my mother knows I stabbed myself.
I was an odd child. And I suspect scarred hands are the mark of a creative soul.
Also, valuable learning experience! After all, I’m much better with Xacto knives now.