Only you can prevent fires! Especially if you start them in the first place

The other night I was playing a video game before going to bed. I had lit some candles, tealights to be exact, and they were burning merrily on my desk. Rarely I feel the need to constantly watch such candles since they are usually housed in some sort of plastic or metal container. Metal in this case.

During some boss fight, I hear something falling behind me and a strange sizzling noise. I jumped up and found that the plastic container of gesso that I had so carefully laid my tealights on was on fire. With a nice round hole burnt right through the lid. It totally freaked me out. I drew a picture on the computer to demonstrate:
Sorry, I know it's ugly. But, you should get the idea. Anyways, I blew on it and it went out fast enough. It was like one of those chemical burns. Rachel and I got the same effect when we were playing with fire when we were kids by lighting some perfume on fire. I then removed the top two candles from lid, which were hot SOBs and caused me to jerk back my hand and thus spread a bunch of hot red wax everywhere. That sucked.

The gesso smelt so bad. It was really disappointing too, since I had yet to even use a quarter of that container that I had got at such a good deal. I have to check the quality now, seeing as how I might have to throw it out. So, anyways, I put it in garage so that Jax and I didn't die from unknown chemical poisoning. And, of course, didn't tell either of my parents since I don't think they would let me light candles anymore in my room with this and the whole setting my computer on fire thing a while back.

It was such a freak accident caused by a freak candle. I had done this at least five times beforehand with no change to the container. And I doubt it was due to the gradual weakening of the plastic. It is still and was still before I had done it, the same thickness everywhere, at least visually. This particular candle was a freak candle. I shall draw a picture to demonstrate:

See the wick? It had ballooned out all weird and it weirded me out, so I bent the wick over so I wouldn't have to look at how ugly it was. Apparently, this caused the bottom to heat up more so than it normally would and thus burn a hole into the container. Thus, it was a freak accident because it was caused by a freak candle. The moral of the story: Don't burn freak candles.

Also, had I not been in the room, the fire in the container would have eventually melted the container holding the gesso and unleashed a gooey, firey mess all over my desk and on the floor, which would have quickly, no doubt, spread around the house.

This candle was from a box of 12 that I had gotten from the dollar store for some reason. Ironic that something that cost me about eight or nine cents could have taken away so many things that are precious to me. Made me think about that 25 dollar lamp that killed dad in that Sims game I had. So sad.