Working at a slaughterhouse in Iowa back in 1978 one of my buddies didn't show up for work for 3 days. When he finally returned to work we grilled him on why he was gone. He wouldn't say a word. Finally after us pestering him for three more days he told us what happened. He lived out on the very edge of town and always had a fantastic garden.
He got habanero pepper seeds form someone and planted two rows. When it was time to harvest them he picked two bushel baskets full, and he had very tough hands from working outside at home and in the slaughterhouse so the pepper juice didn't bother him at all.
Halfway through cleaning them for canning he had to go wiz so not thinking about it he whipped it out and proceeded with his business. I guess he was rolling around in the backyard screaming and his wife came running out thinking he ran over his foot with the lawn mower.
He had to go to the hospital and then have his wing ding in a glass of ice water for 2 days.
Poor guy.