Well, there has been some drama here in Florida. I set the toaster on fire this morning. How, you ask. Well, it was on account of the Pop Tarts you see the toaster seemed to be holding a grudge against their cherry goodness and set them a flame. I was in the bathroom putting on my make-up and my roommate was doing the same when all the sudden Bentley (my roommates golden retriever) started barking. He is not new to barking. He barks quite often you see, at cats, spiders, faint gusts of wind and the like...in other words when he started barking we just yelled at him to be quiet. After a few minutes of continued barking I decided to go see what the fuss was about. I entered the living room and was confronted with clouds of smoke and a frantic looking Bentley. I proceeded swiftly to the kitchen where I found said toaster on fire, flickering red flames licking the underside of the cabinets. I proceeded to gallantly unplug and pull the electronic menace away from all flammable surfaces and then screamed like a little girl for assistance from my wiser friend. After much yelling (because she couldn't hear me) my roommate arrived in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around her, having just gotten out of the shower.
With the assistance of her favorite mop bucket, which gave it's life for the cause, my roommate dispatched the flaming appliance to the front walk where it continued to smolder despite multiple applications of H2O. The faithful bucket was melted onto the concrete and my vengeful toaster is no more. As for the pop tarts, well, I'm afraid there was nothing left to identify.
Bentley has been praised as a hero, he shall eat meat and drink Spring water for the remainder of the day, and will be petted and adored for as long as he chooses.
My roommate and I are fine, if a bit smelly from smoke. Our greatest loss was that of a toaster but the remaining Pop Tarts are rejoicing it's demise.
