Hot wax is a bugger. Parafin wax = good, beeswax = the evilness of hell in liquid form!
Was pouring wax onto a sculpture, tipped my hand too much and the reservoir overflowed down my hand leaving some lovely burns on my fingers and knuckles.
Oh but wait, it got worse.
Was sewing some strips of tar together (yes, tar. You can sew tar.) using a very large needle and a thumble. Pushing the needle through with my mental-enshrouded finger, my hand slipped shoving the needle, still threaded, backwards through the biggest blister on my nail base of my middle finger. So, popped the blister and then threaded the flesh with a tar-dirtied needled. Suffice to say it hurt a lot.
No scar I'm quite disappointed to say. A month has passed and the skin is only a bit red.
Funny how we always want a scar to evidence some of our most painful injuries, isn't it?
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I can't be evil; I'm wearing pink.