At least for me, when I hear someone say 'machete', images of mayhem and accidental cuts from a super-sharp blade severing anything nearby just from the mere mention come to mind.

Last week was my first experience with a machete. I needed to remove some branches to make way for the temporary shade I wanted to construct at my garden using an old bed sheet (those shows Perry watch all of the time are rubbing off on me).

'Let down' doesn't do justice to the emotion I felt afterwards. Not only did the machete not cut one single twig, but I still have no shade.