Several years ago, I was working on a big Bowie knife out in the shop on our farm. My aunt came in, and I showed it to her. She absolutely freaked out. She blurted out, "What are you doing with that?!! It's only a weapon to kill people!! Here, let's wrap it in this towel... I have a bucket we can hide it in, here in the corner so no one can see it..."
At the time, I couldn't decide how to react. I mean, her reation was so utterly INSANE, at first I wanted to laugh, but I was too shocked. She grew up on that farm, and no doubt saw big knives used for butchering, cutting corn for the cattle, etc., so it really took me by surprise. Grandpa, and her own husband are both avid hunters. Afterwards, I was deeply hurt that my own aunt would basically call me a deranged killer.
I don't allow her, or any other person bother me with their irrational fears any more. I won't try to offend people, but I refuse to be held responsible for their assumptions.