Ouch!

Lately, I've been waking Mom up with breakfast in bed.
I got a wakeup call of my own this morning, though it wasn't half so good.
I get up this morning, go to put my feet on the ground...and stare in confusion at my bunny-ear cactus, normally found in my windowsill, but then found on my floor.
Being tired, I blink a couple times, then ignore it and go downstairs.
I put my fingers to keyboard to type and STING. Sudden tiny stabs of pain in my hands and arms. I look closely at my fingers to see that my hands are full of cactus prickles.
At some point in the night, my cactus must have wanted a hug, because it feels like I sat and cuddled it. I have no memory of even touching my cactus, but it seems to have happened.
So right now I'm going through duct tape therapy wherever my fingers sting, because the prickles are small enough I can't see them. *sigh*