on the lighter side of things...
my grandfather at age five snuck into the railcar repair shop, turned on the bandsaw and cut off his pointer finger half-way down. He wrapped the stub in his handkerchief and kept it in his pants pocket all day, without mother knowing it. In his adult years he always made a big impression on children when he poked the stub in his nose, making his finger 'disappear'.

Yes, table saws can be wicked!

Dietrich