Wow DutchCat, that’s a hard one to top! When I was moving a few months back then while unscrewing an antique mirror from the back of it’s dresser, the thing slipped my grip and fell forward onto the floor, shattering all over. The glass was original, very thick and so very heavy and the big shards looked like daggers lying about. I was stupidly dressed in shorts and flip flops and very lucky not to have been sliced and scattered with glass. Just the sounds it made kept me holding still a few seconds before looking myself over.