They have knives at the dollar store? Cool! I'm going to have stop in some time then, there are two nearby that I haven't been into yet. For hay, I just use my knee on the end of the bale to loosen up the twine or wire enough to open the bale - mine easily breaks into flakes.
As for the kitchen, his mom is so squeamish that I can't even bring a farm fresh chicken home with me to cook, even if it's already prepared and ready to get cooked. The same happened with the turkey I offered to bring home for Thanksgiving. I'm not allowed to bring any of my animals, other than my fish, to the house. Not even the puppy, who is house trained and has excellent manners, though they let his brother get a dog who has none.
To put this in perspective: she watched me scrub my hands for several minutes before I started to cook one day, and freaked out because I had to use my palm so I could add a pinch of spice. Yet she had me peeling hard boiled eggs at Thanksgiving. It makes no sense, and I'm slightly frustrated because I'd like to eat the fruit of my labor on occasion.