So tonight I promised I'd be at practice, and I was, and it was fun but I'm stiff. I got hit much less than when I'm fencing my fellow Musketeers, but my instructor got me several times. The other person only once, but it was a doozy.
Unfortunately, when I got home and saw the big scorpion on the kitchen floor that Richard nearly stepped on barefoot, I did not have my blade in hand and thus could not demonstrate my superb point control (this is a joke!)
The blades were in the blade box in the car.
(Come to think of it, what am I doing sitting here? The blades are still in the car....)