“As a boy, I usually scored a few cherry bombs and M-80’s, the latter of which would definitely remove digits under the right circumstances. Nothing remotely that large available now.”
When I was a kid a Black Cat with a fast fuse blew while I was holding it. Split my thumb open from the tip down to the first joint.
My brother tried to throw a cherry bomb out a car window and it fell back between his legs. Blew a hole in his pants, a hole in the seat, and took a little hide off his thigh. A little higher and he would be a soprano.
We all deserve to be dead for our stupidity.