The Habanero Pepper.
They look all cute and orange and innocent, but they are little monsters waiting to wreak havoc on you. It not that they are so spicy in dishes (well, they are actually), it's that I had no idea that I should be wearing gloves while handling them. Yes, the creepy latex gloves to protect my hands and eyes from these little monsters.
While finely chopping them, no problem. Scraping them into the pot - totally fine.
Eating dinner - a little spicy.
After dinner I noticed my thumbs tingling a bit. Washing dishes they really started hurting. Add hot water - HOLY S*&T! Not cool. Fiery actually. That GD habanero juice got under my thumbs and was not leaving.
I washed my hands over and over to no avail. Burning thumbs. I prayed to the patron saint of peppers. Please stop. St. Habanero, make it stop.
As I went to bed, my thumbs feeling like they were soaked in extreme icy hot, I didn't realize that taking out my contacts would be a bad move. It was. I cried. Damn you St. Habanero.
Still today my thumbs hurt from those little bastards. Looks like I need to head to the pervert store and buy some of those gloves.