Stepping on legos and army men don’t bother me like they once did.
A while back my folks got my oldest son a tackle box for Christmas, stocked with lures, and he was thrilled.
Fast forward a few weeks. I had barely woken up, shuffling to the kitchen to brew a cup of Joe when I stepped on something. We step on a lot of things in this house of three boys under 7. This time was different. I looked down and discovered a miniature jerk bait firmly embedded in my foot. Both treble hooks buried to the hilt. One in the thick sole of my foot and the other in the thin skin just above the sole.
None of the “tricks” to remove hooks work on tiny trebles.
My wife had to perform surgery at the dinner table. She did admirably.