negitron said:
Depending on the law where you live, this type of action may be illegal and/or grounds for a civil lawsuit. And, yes, such suits have been successful even in cases where the "victim" was clearly guilty of a criminal act which exposed him to the trap which injured him, at least here in the US.
To start with, in this case, the 'victim' would have to prove that the sharpness of the edges was not only deliberate, but had been performed by the owner. Having had my arms sliced to ribbons several times while extracting lock cylinders through door panels in my capacity as a locksmith, I can say for sure that factory metal edges are no treat either. It would be impossible to prove who was responsible. (I only knew about it because he told me when he did it, which was a couple of days before the idiot tried to rip him off.)
While I was still living with W, my house got broken into. They broke open my safe, stole my beautiful (fully dressed) picture of my friend Lori Wagner (Penthouse Pet of the Century), my poster of an F-15 Strike Eagle that was over my bed, my spare picks, my safe manuals, and totally trashed my house.
After I moved back into it, I still spend most of my time at W's place (but Lucifer T. Cat is still there full time). Someone broke in again, while I was away for the day. (I usually sleep at home; I'm just gone until after the Colbert Report.)
It was a different RCMP officer who attended the second break-in. Not only do I know the name, address and phone number of one of the original culprits, but I put the word on the street, and told the constable, that the next person who breaks into my place will be killed. Although this isn't something normal to Canadian law, the officer told me to go for it as long as the bastard was forcibly in my home.
Love the puff adder story, Fizzy. Thats actually standard practice for drug dealers. One of the scariest moments of my life was when the RCMP asked me to open the trunk of a Lincoln that had been confiscated from a dealer. As soon as I picked the sucker, the first thing was to check for trip wires or other booby-trap techniques. Same damned thing when they asked me to open a briefcase with a combination lock. Turned out that there was nothing hazardous in either, but it sure ramped up the pucker factor during the jobs.