Hypodermic needles are common tools of our livestock farm. Cellophane-wrapped packages of shiny new needles are stored in the basement pantry. Freshly washed and disinfected needles lay beside the kitchen sink. Ditty, broken, discarded needles litter the pickup dash. Despite early and constant exposure to needles, I always approach them with caution. They are a little bit like bull snakes. I'm not terrified of them, but I respect them. My life is scarred with a sticky experience my father and I endured when I was a child. Ever since then, I've been wary of needles.