Maybe you're in the middle of a full gut-rehab of a turn-of-the-century Victorian. Maybe your father-in-law is coming over and you need to convince him his daughter isn't married to a namby-pamby milquetoast. Wherever you fall on the fix-it spectrum, tool up here.
So what if tools are no longer considered the thing that separates us from the animals? While our chimp cousins are using twigs to pull grubs out of dead trees, we're building pergolas and skate ramps. And we don't have to eat any disgusting grubs afterwards. IN YOUR GRUB-SMEARED FACE, LOWER PRIMATES!