I got to thinking about the Darwin Awards while I was pruning the walnut tree that had grown into the powerlines. Being 12 ft up an aluminum ladder with a metal framed bow saw clamped to a 10 ft steel tubing, trimming limbs away from a powerline had a lot to do with where my thoughts traveled. The list of things that could have gone terribly wrong would fill a book.
Since I am here to tell the story, it is obvious that I failed in my bid for the questionable honor of a Darwin Award. Maybe I can try again next year.