How I Got This One Scar-

I have a scar on my right wrist. Well, three lines, that is. They've been there for about half a year. Maybe the scar came from a tiger scratch? Or aliens left scars while doing tests on me? No, it was from something insanely stupid. There was an annoying fly circling me, buzzing around my face as I was about to brush my teeth. I tried to shoo it away, and it landed on the bathroom window. Naturally, (okay, idiotically) I slammed my right hand onto the window to try and smash the fly. That didn't go so well. I broke the window with my hand, and let's say that I probably should have gotten stitches. But that wasn't the worst part- the fly got away. So now I'm at war with the flies.