Flying V. Wow! My grandmother, this was about 1927 or so, she was a young mother of 2 and married to a jerk. Her ex treated her very badly, even beating her. She employed two guys and they 'taught' this man a lesson. They didn't kill him but I'm sure he came close. Gram never again took anything mean from the next TWO husbands. To meet Gram she was the sweetest little old lady.
When we used to have a wood shed that was the greatest way to work on stress, chop wood. Now I grab soap and comet cleaner and clean the blazes out of things in the kitchen. Then I feel all good again and my one nerve is happy and so is the kitchen.