One fine summer afternoon I was walking up a suburban street in the town of Yonkers, NY.
Across the street what do I see but some oaf with an upturned gasoline-powered lawnmower.
His paws were digging around in the blade area, while THE ENGINE WAS RUNNING!!!! Something had gotten tangled and he was messing around in there with a stick.
Real smart, guy....
A few years ago also I read a story inone of the local papers about a little kid (must have been around three or two) who was watching cartoons on a huge table-top TV set that was sitting on one of those roll-around carts.
The child went to "hug" the TV set after he/she (can't remember gender) saw a favorite character on the screen.
The unstable set toppled over and crushed and killed the toddler.