While I hit it on the nail side, the bruising shows quite well on the pad side - and it's much more purple that this shows.
But... the hammock. We finished it - my 16 year old nephew finished the grommeting for me, we tied on the strings, and hung it up. The spot we chose is perfect - it just fits. However, we screwed in the hooks too high, and when we attempted to relocate them, the grand old oaks we chose decided not to give up the hooks, and we snapped them off. We will have to get a couple more, and next time we go north, we're set. Pictures will follow at that time.
One thing I discovered, though. When you crush your index finger, and then later, without thinking, try to slap a mosquito, thereby smacking the newly crushed finger, you tend to run outside (away from kid's ears) to dance around grabbing your very sore hand, saying some indelicate words. Next time I do this, I will check that the neighbours don't have people over.
The indelicate words were followed with "Oh, hi. I'm Sandra. Sorry about that, crushed my finger, and tried to slap a mosquito. I'm usually less vocal. Enjoy your cocktails..."