KA-BAM! And the lights went out.

I've had my Amateur Radio license for something on the order of 30 years. So one would think I'd possess a reasonable grasp of high voltages and their consequences.

As you can see from the photo, I may be mistaken.

Perhaps I have an excuse. I swear that the house was wired by, as one of my calculus profs once said, "a left-handed orangutan". There are no fewer than FOUR circuit breakers controlling a 9x10 ft kitchen. Last night, we were certain that we had shut them all off. That's until B took to a piece of Romex with the diagonal cutters.

KA-BAM!

The underwear was soiled in the usual manner. Looking at the breaker box, the tripped breaker was, you got it, UNLABELLED. Now we know. Fortunately, B wasn't injured, but the diagonal pliers were. But as far as electrical work in this house, it will all be done with the main breaker off from this point forward.