My wife is an anti knife-er. Early in our relationship, her mother asked for a knife to open a package. I pulled out a Spyderco Delica (!!!), and she asked "why are you carrying such a big knife?" When I asked why she asked, she responded that it's "scary." That night she was cooking dinner, pulled a 10" chef's out of the block and I fully dove across the kitchen island screaming, hiding under the kitchen table. She freaked out, ran over, yelling "Oh my God, what? WHat happened?" I stuttered in terror....pointing at the foul implement in her hand "you have a nnn--nnn----knife!!!!" She hasn't questioned me TOO much since.