As if worrying about reeds wasn't enough . . .
sgian dubh and try not to forget it when next I'm called for a funeral.
Now that I think about it there's a cemetery out in the valley -- the one where both Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are buried -- that has signs posted at regular intervals informing visitors that it is "rattlesnake season" and to be careful where you tread. (I'm not actually certain what season rattlesnake season is since the signs seem to be permanent.) I don't think I ever take my eyes off the ground when I play there.