Pepper sprayed myself once. Found a perfume sprayer thing tucked away above refrigerator. Thinking the wife had bought some expensive ass perfume and was hiding it from me. In my blind rage and thinking this shit had better smell good I sprayed it into the air then breathed in deep. I thought my chest was going to explode, nose burning and running like someone turned on a snot faucet. Eyes started watering then rubbing mace back into my eyes. All while thinking who would wear this shit. Finally it dawned on me that I had just maced myself. Some how I managed not to wake anyone up in my agony. So I asked my wife the next day why there was mace in the cupboard. Turns out it was for the daughter to use. She got a big kick out of my ordeal.