Last Thursday, Bo fell and sprained his ankle pretty badly. As he's been hobbling around on crutches, I had to help him feed his snakes last night. We got the snakes fed and back into their cages without a problem. I told him to finish putting the bricks and things on top of the cage, and left the room.
This morning, I was sitting at the table, doing school as usual. When I got up to use the bathroom, I smelled something that smelled a bit like a hot glue gun. Our fireplace wasn't on (for some reason IT has that smell), so I decided to check around.
Suddenly, it dawned on me-the heat lamp! The snakes have a light on the top of their cage that keeps them warm, and we had set it on the ground last night. The light is on a timer and was off at the time of feeding. Between Bo's crutches, the feedings, and me being on the phone (oops.), we must have left it on the ground. (This has happened before.)
I dashed (ha!) into Bo's room, and sure enough, the lamp was on the floor. I picked it up to find that the carpet AND padding had burned clear through to the wood- no flames, just melting. Just a couple more minutes and the wood would have begun to burn.
Another thing dawned on me as I returned the lamp to its proper place: I am SO GLAD that I'm homeschooled. If I had been at school, there wouldn't have been anyone home, and our house could have potentially burned to the ground- one of my biggest fears.
Thank you, Jesus!
ADDENDUM!!!! I have a new baby cousin! Ian Joseph MacMullen, 6 lbs, 10 oz.
My first cousin on the Hobson side that is NOT a canine!!! I find him rather adorable.

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Yipes!
Well, I can now stick "The Ability To Distract" under the Skills section of my resume! Wahoo. Oh, btw, waking up in the middle of the night with the house burning down and jumping out my second story bedroom window is one of my dreams (or maybe even life-goals).
Don't break your head on the way down.
I wasn't talking to you then, Kelly.
It was either Kaylie or Jared.
And WHY would you ever want your house to burn?
well, for one, it's not my house
Dude, remind me to never rent or loan anything to you. Ever.
I must say, that is a horrible sense of irresponsibility.
Cousins are the bestest!
or is it a good sense of irresponsibility and a bad sense of responsibility? Hmmmm...
A conundrum!!! (I just like that word.)
"A good sense of irresponsibility" indicates a positive opinion of irresponsibility. Or sarcastic, tongue-in-cheek praise: "Sheesh, he's got a good sense of irresponsibility."
To life!
Look! It's a small child!
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