There were a lot of sparks. I am afraid of sparks.
I am scared to death of the dremel. They always look so easy to use in videos, but they are terrifying. Instead of the happy noise of a drill, they are more like a crazy hopped-up-on-Red Bull type of sound. And they vibrate and blow air out really fast and are heavier than you think they should be and OMG-WHAT-IF-IT-GRABS-AND-I-DON'T-REACT-F
I think what scares me is the lack of control. With the drill, if something goes wrong and I drop it, it will stop. If I drop the dremel, it will just keep going at blindingly fast speeds. And it won't stay still; if it has a disk on it it will run itself around looking for something to chew, right up until it finds me. At which point there will be blood and tears and probably an emergency room visit.
You know those chain mail gloves to keep you from cutting yourself? I think I need two of those for dremeling.
But I did okay tonight. I wore my safety stuff (every time I saw my goggled face in the mirror it made me jump) and no one was harmed except two toilet bolts who frankly had it coming.
Maybe I should clear a space in the basement, put the dremel on the floor, and plug it in. See what it does if it gets loose. Maybe that would calm me down some. I honestly thought having a dremel would be way more fun and useful than it has been. It sits down there in its little Craftsman bag, and I stay up here trying to forget that I ever bought it.
At least it was useful tonight. I don't think we're on our way to becoming best friends, but I'm encouraged that no blood was spilt.