I spent Sunday morning filling up a cache of empty bottles in preparation for testing out a new prototype katana for a friend. One by one I filled them up while I was plotting just how I’d be sending them off to recycling…the edge of my mouth might have curled in a wicked smirk a couple of times.
After I had cut enough of them in half to be able to get a good idea of how the new katana handled, I still had so many left. I decided to bust out my trusty KC so the deadly snake could get a little taste of plastic and water.
I’ve owned real snakes before and trust me, feeding this snake some bottles, bamboo, and the occasional pool noodle is a lot better than dropping those poor mice in the cage.
Every time I follow a cutting session with my KC 26, no matter how nicely the previous katana handled, it always feels like that sword should just never leave my hands. Honestly, if I were looking at a horde of zombies and I knew I would be spending an extended period of time slashing away, separating one head after another from it’s shoulders, I would choose this agile and deadly viper every time. Nothing seems to feel as good to me, and I have handled quite a few very nice swords over the years.
I know I might look like I’ve just picked up a katana and cut for the first time, lol, but I do think I’m at least getting a tiny bit better every time.
The snake eats some bottles for lunch….