So, Mark has a chronic upper respiratory infection and I got out our vaporizer so he could breathe a little easier in the night.
Thankfully, Mark got the safety gene in our family and unplugged it in the morning before he left to go do his visits. (He works for the seminary in St. Louis and visits people around the country.) When I got home, I wanted to make sure we had plenty of wet air for him to breathe so I plugged it back in.
*Spark* *Spark* Bad, hot plastic-y smell. You can’t see from the photo but the sparks were all under the white plastic on the top, like a tiny little lightning storm. Cool! Bad!
I have to confess, I secretly hoped it would actually catch on fire as I took the picture, but it didn’t. Then I went out to Wal-Mart and bought another one, because even I know that it’s bad manners to set the house on fire when you have company.