This is what happens when you're half awake, stumbling to the shower, and hit your foot on a rather hidden hope chest leg in your mom's room (my shampoo bowl is still hooked up to my shower I've been showering upstairs). And you scream and go to the bathroom and look at it and say "sick" while holding back tears watching blood ooze from the gash. Also, I'm sure my smeared makeup and greasy hair looked really pretty too...lucky for you I didn't have my camera phone that early to show you that. I'm estimating it's 1" x 1" and about 1/2" deep. Ya, not my favorite part of the morning.