The first picture is what a standard trash bin looks like at my house.
The second shows what it looks like after somebody (me) puts ashes from the outdoor fire pit in it under the mistaken impression that there were no live coals remaining.
The third shows what happens to a cedar fence where a conflagration of this type takes place.
Not pictured, the three Dugan children at home while the arsonist was away, each playing a key role in averting greater disaster. Beth, who noticed the unusual glow above the fence gate and alerted Katie, who called us immediately while alerting Tim (the only Boy Scout in the house) who raced to the scene with an extinguisher and put it out.
Also not pictured, the wife exercising heroic restraint as she puts the best construction on it all and speaks to me with kindness and respect (refusing to ask the appropriate "what were you thinking" series of questions) gently suggesting possible venues where the purchase of a metal ash can might be accomplished. We're thinking Home Depot.
4 comments:
oh no! Sounds like there was some excitement at the house yesterday, to say the least! What part of the fence did it get?
Just behind the big double gate on the right side of the house. Aargh!
In all fairness, that fire pit had been covered with a metal lid for 15 hours and sitting out in the cold, so who would have thunk it would still be going.
Like my father would say, "Now you have the experience!!"
Glad no greater damage was done.
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