Ok, so I should have locked the screw in a clamp while attempting to remove the point with a hammer. Anyway, the result is a little black bruise on the end of my thumb. It wouldn't be so bad if we didn't live in the Parisian appartment that was known as the cockroach terror under its previous owner. Although we eradicated at least ninety nine percent of the little creatures, they still tend to pop up in my sensitized field of vision, right near the edge. Haunted, I now sometimes mistakenly smack my thumb in the believe that a roach dares attack me.
