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Men and fire are never a good idea. Add alcohol to the mix and it is surprising that the burn ward at the hospitals is not bursting at the seams. The one place where men, fire, and alcohol consumption is a common mixture is while you are camping.
My husband is obsessed with building fires when we are camping. He will build a fire that is big enough to light New York City even if it is 90 degrees out. He is not satisfied with just starting a fire with twigs and paper. He has to use some kind of flammable liquid that causes an immediate burst of flames that can singe your eyebrows off if you are standing too close to it.
One weekend when we were camping, my husband decided to build a fire late in the afternoon. It was only 80 degrees out so he must have thought that we would need a fire to keep warm (yeah, right). He had also been drinking most of the day. So I quickly removed our five year old son from ground zero, or what most people call a fire ring. My husband had forgotten to bring anything to use to put kerosene on the fire so he decided to use a plastic drinking cup. As he tossed the kerosene on the fire, the flames quickly followed the path of the kerosene and began to come right at him. He began running in circles, but the flame kept following. He didn’t realize that while he was running around like a crazy person, he was spilling the kerosene out of the glass, leading the fire right towards him. I ran up and knocked the glass out of his hand. The flames quickly burned themselves out. My husband, who was sweating and gasping for air, sat in a lawn chair to gather his wits.
For the rest of the weekend, I was in charge of building the fire. I let him look at it, but he was grounded from even stoking the logs. It is better to be safe than sorry.
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