happened to me recently. During the repair, a tube with glue had to be opened, and it, scuco, does not open. I had a scalpel in my closet with which I opened this glue. Then I decided to wash the scalpel. He went to the bathroom, washed it, and decided to squeeze (sunset combined). At that moment my father came into the castle. Picture with oil: I, in one hand a scalpel, in the other, I stand over the push. And I didn’t find anything smarter in my throat than to grasp:"I just wanted to wash it..."