Tonight's wood shop was surreal. Tempest and I arrived and hauled all of the white oak I had purchased from Northern Hardwoods into the shop. We matched each of the boards to the pieces they would become. Then we started enlarging a pattern of the rear leg into a full size template on a piece of pattern paper. Since the planer was running most of the time, we had ear plugs in and couldn't hear the people around us very well. Our concentration was interrupted when we realized that everyone had moved away from us. I turned around and saw some guy sitting and the floor, clutching his hand. I pulled out the ear plugs and heard "Can you find it on the floor?" Apparently he had been using the jointer (improperly we later learned) and his hand slipped off the board and into the blade. The shop teacher dumped all the sawdust out of jointer but could only find some small chunks of bone mixed in. He looks at me and nonchalantly said "Looks like he got a hamburger finger." The memory I'll carry with me for a long time is when an EMT looked at the sawdust/bone particles and said to his partner in a deadpan "There's nothing recoverable here John."