What is the hardest thing in the world?  Well at 2am, in the dark, its one of those small wooden blocks painted with a letter!!   I wrote this poem the day after stepping on one.  And frankly, I was AMAZED at how much it hurt.  It probably didn't help that i was very tired, and very grumpy.  I quickly learned my lesson - you should turn on the light before you wade through the mine fields.  Of course, at that time, I had completely forgotten that our living room was a danger zone. I do remember trying not to scream (the kid was asleep finally!!) and boy did I want to scream.  That little brightly colored block hurt SOOOO much.  And I've stepped on tacks, nails, glass, sharp rocks...