At the airport, I cleared the metal detector, put my shoes back on, looked for my bag -- and realized it was still under the X-ray machine with three solemn guys scrutinizing it. Oh rats. Sure enough, they had to do a bag check.
I figured I knew what they were looking for --
the small embroidery scissors. I was ready to politely point out that TSA regulations allow scissors with blades less than four inches long.
But no. What they found in the bag, and sent back through the X-ray, was this:
Yes, a zucchetta. Sometimes when they grow too big we've considered using them as clubs, but never thought of them as TSA-certified deadly weapons.