When I was in France, like everyone else, I bought a souvenir miniature Eiffel Tower. It currently serves as a stop for a wayward door that likes to swing quietly shut. The free outlet by the door looked like a good place to plug in my new lamp. So I grabbed the cord and crouched to reach around a nightstand. Just as I penetrated the socket, I lost my balance and fell over. Onto the Eiffel Tower. The tip pierced through my Spongebob Squarepants pajama bottoms, and into my outer thigh. Almost an inch into it. I sat on the floor, shocked, and looked down to see the novelty replica jutting out of my leg...I thought, "I wonder why it's sticking in that way?" and yanked the tower out. Then there was the bleeding. I won't get into the gory details, but now I have a perfectly round puncture wound about 1/4 inch in diameter above my left knee, and am walking with a slight limp. And I think my pants are ruined. Fortunately, the Tower Survived unscathed. I count myself fortunate that it wasn't a replica of the Washinton Monument, or the Statue of Liberty--or even Big Ben. I have put it on the coffee table, and am going to find a doorstop with less puncture potential. I'm thinking maybe Mount Rushmore, or the World's Largest Ball of Twine.