Don’t touch the whatchamacallit because it will make the doohickey not work with the thingamagic.
Back in 1964, one of the guys in my Navy photography class at the Naval Air Station New Orleans talked me into working weekends with him at a roadside tourist trap in Slidell, LA called the Reptile Jungle. It was my turn to demonstrate how to pick up a small alligator for a busload of elderly ladies. I had never done it before, but I figured how hard can it be? I did it wrong, it clamped onto my hand, I jerked my hand back and the poor thing went flying over the heads of the now screaming ladies. Fortunately it wasn't hurt, but my friend and the owner were laughing hysterically at my bloody hand.
Another time we went on a midnight alligator hunt, caught one about 8' long- fortunately it got away!
Well, told! LOL. I love the part where baby gator went flying towards the screaming ladies. Lols. Made my day! :D
Be glad you didn't! John is right, it's not about exercise. A half-hour jog works off, like, a chocolate chip ;)
Back on topic and in line with this: "don't eat that!"