Careless me

I melted a plate today. No no, it's not a scientific experiment to test the melting point of plastic, just plain carelessness. It's a wonder that I haven't blown up our kitchen yet.

I was cleaning the dinner plates and had placed some wet plastic plates next to a boiling pot of water on the stove (This action was carried out because of pure idioticness, pls do not try this at home! Or anywhere else for that matter).

In case anyone is wondering, no, I did not put the wet plates next to the boiling pot in an attempt to dry them faster. I just wasn't thinking.

Anyway, after a while, J detected a very strange smell, which can only be described as being fish-like in nature. A bit of poking around brought us to the dustbin which was full of the remains of the fish we had had for dinner. Thinking we had located the source, I went to empty the bin.

After emptying the bin, I came back to an apartment which was even smellier than before (which is really saying something). It didn't help that J was standing in the doorway, brandishing what looked like one of our plates, except that it now has a blackened edge and was giving off a foul smell. Luckily, we still have more plates, but you can imagine how small I felt for the rest of the evening.