I hate finishing and sanding but, I was interested in your exacto knives. When I was just a young fellow I saw a little wooden case with those same knives in a store window. How I wanted that knife set. When I was a kid $5 was a princely amount. Sometime later my father and I walked by the store and low and behold my father turned into the store and bought it for me. I was ecstatic! One day my mom and dad were gone for whatever reason and I was home alone. My dad had a razor strop hanging in the kitchen pantry to be used for disciplinary purposes. I wanted to try out my new knives. Ah, the razor strop, that should work. I sat at the kitchen table and started whittling. I only wanted to just make a few slices but the little knives cut so well I could not stop. Ultimately I had nothing but a pile of tiny little leather chips. Oh my gosh, what to do? I wrapped them up in newspaper and burred them in bottom of our trash barrel. Some time later my dad went looking for the strop and could not find it. Good thing for me. He asked mom where it was and she had no idea. Long after I was an adult I told my folks the story of the missing strop. We all got a good laugh.