My wife had a harrowing experience with one of these as a young lady. I mentioned to her a few months ago about making one, and she was quite vehemently opposed to it, on account that if I made it she'd be tempted to use it. I let it go for a while, but it's been on the back of my mind ever since. She's gonna be out of town this weekend, so I thought maybe I'd have a go at getting most of the foundation work done (or at least measured and cut).
I kinda half-believe and half-don't-believe this kind of shit. So I'm 50% freaked out that I have been secretly thinking about making this thing for the last 3 months or so, and like half-jazzed to get started.
I'm actually not the world's best woodworker, but I have all the tools to get this one done and I'm always saying I should do more wood projects.
Any thoughts on this? Warnings, dire predictions, or "hell yeah!!"s?






I was serious! Why not up the creepy ante, and get some blood on that thing? Heck, buy a steak. 