The first thing that comes to mind when I think of splinters is my Granny. If it was one that couldn’t be easily removed with tweezers, she’d break out the bacon. Next thing you know she’d have a good chunk of bacon fat wrapped up over the splinter. The craziest thing about it was that in the morning the splinter had usually worked its way back out, or enough of it to comfortably be able to grab it for extraction. There are so many old timey remedies. I’m glad that I’m old enough to have been experimented on.
Splinters also make me think of this hawthorn tree I have on my property. Man o’ man does that thing have some huge thorns on it. I’m convinced they could be used to make some form of weapon. They’d impel easily. I need to run out back and take a picture of these things. I swear, I’m not exaggerating.
