Naah, not dumb, stuff happens.
Here's dumb: I got stung by bees yesterday and went running to escape them down the path where I whalloped my lower leg on some fallen branch hidden by weeds real bad early July, doing a number on it. No gardening for the rest of the month, as my ankle was screwed (think that part happened after at home tho).
Wanna hear dumb with poison ivy?
In HS, took a couple of friends (brothers) to these Amtrack tracks nearby. I pointed out a stand of poison ivy, advising them to stear clear. So one of them grabs a bunch of leaves and starts rubbing them between his hands.
"I'm not kidding you, Jeff, that's poison ivy"
With a big assed grin, grabs some more.
"I'm not kidding you, that really IS poison ivy"
"I know," he says.
Anyways, he later gets the rash on his hands and upper arms. Gone from school for a week.
His brother told us he did it ON PURPOSE! to get out of school. But he was in bed all itchy n not feeling well the whole time, wouldn't even hang out. So what was the purpose?
The idot did the same thing with chewing tobacco, this one day someone brought in a tin. We were getting pinches of it in the locker room, he advised us not to swallow the stuff [this doesn't sound quite as intended!] or we'll be wretching something fierce.
So what does Jeff do? Gulp a wad down so he could get the rest of the day off, the frickin moron.