First let me say that we are all safe.
So I never use my stove. I made the mistake of using it as a regular table and had multiple things on top of the stove. Around 6 am today, I heard a loud noise which is comon between 5 kittens and two 1yrd cats chasing each other. (What did they knock over this time?)
I was happy to keep on sleeping and investigate on my own time.
As I happily kept on dreaming the thought in my head was "why do I smell fire?" Is that a restaurant? I eventually put the pieces together and jumped out of my bed, ran into the kitchen and began using my lungs to try to blow out the carboard that was partially in flames.
I realized I wasn't succeeding and ambers were lifting off and landing everywhere. I noticed someone had put the top burner on high. I turned it off, ran to the hallway where the red extinguisher sat and after what felt like an hour I finally took out all the safeties on the exiting hers and put out the little fire while it was still little.
The smoke detector was going off by this point. I grabbed a shirt and tied it on my face and began opening every windows and taking inventory of my 7 roommates.
As much as I want to cast blame, the only one at fault is myself. I'll have to find a way to keep my roommates from operating the stove in the future, specially when I'm at work between my two jobs.
And yes I did tell them I enjoyed their cooking, but I rather them leave the cooking to me from now on.
So I never use my stove. I made the mistake of using it as a regular table and had multiple things on top of the stove. Around 6 am today, I heard a loud noise which is comon between 5 kittens and two 1yrd cats chasing each other. (What did they knock over this time?)
I was happy to keep on sleeping and investigate on my own time.
As I happily kept on dreaming the thought in my head was "why do I smell fire?" Is that a restaurant? I eventually put the pieces together and jumped out of my bed, ran into the kitchen and began using my lungs to try to blow out the carboard that was partially in flames.
I realized I wasn't succeeding and ambers were lifting off and landing everywhere. I noticed someone had put the top burner on high. I turned it off, ran to the hallway where the red extinguisher sat and after what felt like an hour I finally took out all the safeties on the exiting hers and put out the little fire while it was still little.
The smoke detector was going off by this point. I grabbed a shirt and tied it on my face and began opening every windows and taking inventory of my 7 roommates.
As much as I want to cast blame, the only one at fault is myself. I'll have to find a way to keep my roommates from operating the stove in the future, specially when I'm at work between my two jobs.
And yes I did tell them I enjoyed their cooking, but I rather them leave the cooking to me from now on.
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