When we were first married (about a hundred years ago) I somehow broke the
bulb in the oven and left shards in it. DH had just gotten out of the shower when I was complaining. He dropped his towel and picked up a screwdriver (yup- a screwdriver) I said "Aren't you going to turn the power off?" "No" sez he "I'm going to be careful" The next thing I saw was my DH's naked self flying backward across the room. After checking to see if he was ok (and he was) I laughed myself silly.
He's gotten much handier in the last 35 years, though!