Brenda looked down and groaned. Her idiot neighbors had nailed something to the ceiling again, with another one of those monster nails! Where did they find these things? The railroad spike surplus store? Good thing her tetanus shot was up to date, no thanks to the last time they nailed a tire swing to the ceiling. Brenda disloged her heel from the nail, and hobbled off to the bathroom in search of some Band-Aids.