From Marinalevy:

Next to the path leading to our doorstep, there is a pot with a powerful cactus.
At night, one of the branches of the plant broke and fell. In the dark, I did not notice it and stumbled on her.
Cactus sticks broke through the thick skin of the shoes and hit the leg.
I crashed into the house, jumping on one leg, pulling the sticks out of my fingers, sprinkling blood and drawing.
The children looked at me astonished: "What happened?"
"Cactus!" – I answered
I glued my foot with a patch and thought I needed to remove the branch lying in the middle of the trail before someone had stepped in.
But how? There are columns in length of 3 centimeters, with no hand to hold. I don’t have big hips. In the end armed with a fork with a spoon and, under the amazed eyes of the children, boasted to fight with the cactus.
I pulled the fork into the plant, supported the branch from the bottom with a spoon, opened the garbage with my foot.
She returned home and proudly shocked with a fork in her hand said that the problem of the cactus was over.
The children were terrified and asked, “Have you eaten it?”
This is how unhealthy stories are born.