It's kind of funny, my husband tried to convince me that we could just slap some butterfly bandages and/or liquid stitches on it and I'd be OK. I bundled my finger in a wad of towels and we went to CVS and bought a bunch of crap. We came home and I opened up the towels... my husband's exact words, said very calmly, were: "I am no longer confident that we can fix this ourselves."
bitterwinters gives everyone the finger. P's been Q'd.