Put hot water on to boil for tea.
Found cats molesting a small box that fell out of garbage can.
Picked up box to throw it away, discovered OMGUGHUGE! fucking and pissed off spider.
Threw entire box in yard, will deal with it tomorrow.
Poured hot water for tea from now whistling kettle.
Went to tell David of spider.
Sat down.
Few moments later, David asks: "Is something burning?"
"No," I think to myself. I don't think so.
What's that smell?
"Is something BURNING?" David asks from the living room as I sprint into the kitchen.
Oh yes. Somehow, a plastic water bottle has fallen off the counter, onto the stove, and rolled against the burner. It is on fire.
"Where is the fire extinguisher?" I ask calmly.
"We don't have one," David replies. Also calm.
"Oh," says I, as David blows out the last of the small, melty fire.
I stand in the kitchen for a few moments, as the adrenaline wears off.
That's when I notice my finger is hurting.
That's because at some point in the fuss, I had somehow TOUCHED the melted plastic.
I now have a nice 2nd degree burn on the inner side of my bottom knuckle of my index finger.
"Ow," says I as I pour hot water over it.

This is a burn to match the electrical burn from a few months ago. There are tiny plastic pellets all in my skin. And an inch long, half inch wide, inch tall blister.

I am now hunting and pecking, and wondering how I will knit with this owie.

Stupid spider.

Painkillers are your friend.

That is all.