a small adventure in kitchen fires
Mar. 22nd, 2019 08:43 pmSo apparently in the almost TEN YEARS I have lived in my apartment, I have been courting disaster every time I turned on my oven.
How do I know this, you ask?
Because tonight something underneath the oven exploded in a small FIREBALL that sent a shockwave of accumulated dust, insect wings, and various other bits of dirt around my kitchen.
What caused this, you ask?

A cheap red plastic Bic lighter, which is now shattered into at least three pieces.
No, I have no idea how that got under my oven.
No, I have no idea why it didn't blow up sooner.
Yes, my kitchen smells of gross burning dust and plastic, but the fire didn't catch or spread and the plastic shrapnel missed me so I'm unharmed. (Also my dinner was thirty seconds away from being done, so I still have edible food.)
...
I am going to yank out the bottom drawer and do the MOST THOROUGH CLEANING OF MY LIFE before I use my oven again.
Because fucking YIKES.
How do I know this, you ask?
Because tonight something underneath the oven exploded in a small FIREBALL that sent a shockwave of accumulated dust, insect wings, and various other bits of dirt around my kitchen.
What caused this, you ask?

A cheap red plastic Bic lighter, which is now shattered into at least three pieces.
No, I have no idea how that got under my oven.
No, I have no idea why it didn't blow up sooner.
Yes, my kitchen smells of gross burning dust and plastic, but the fire didn't catch or spread and the plastic shrapnel missed me so I'm unharmed. (Also my dinner was thirty seconds away from being done, so I still have edible food.)
...
I am going to yank out the bottom drawer and do the MOST THOROUGH CLEANING OF MY LIFE before I use my oven again.
Because fucking YIKES.