men must remain intact in my presence, please

One of the lightbulbs in my house burned out yesterday, and when I went to unscrew it, it broke in my hand. Undaunted, I picked up the shards and then, carefully pinching the remaining glass of the lightbulb (the metal part was completely screwed into the socket and thus unpinchable), I attempted to remove the remainder of the bulb from the socket.

Of course, I cut myself and bled everywhere, the few remaining bits of glass broke off, and the metal part of the bulb is still firmly ensconced in the socket, all conveniently located in a (dark) walk-in closet.

At first I thought, hmmn, maybe this is one of those things it might be nice to have a guy around for. But then I thought, hmmn, I have much smaller and more deft fingers; I'll bet many men would've cut themselves sooner and more seriously, and I'd really rather bandage up my own fingers than have some big guy bleeding everywhere. It doesn't make sense, but guy blood is kind of more gross.

I'll try later with some pliers.