Today my family did a lot of basement-cleaning. We took stuff to Christ Chapel to be donated, we threw stuff away, we moved stuff, and I---burned stuff.
That was my main job, and it started by moving a old wooden (rotting) rabbit hutch out away from the tree line, and loading it up with cardboard, paper, wood, shingle, etc, and setting it ablaze.
I don't have any pictures of the hutch on fire, though I can tell you it was dripping melted plastic, falling into cinders, and sending sparks onto the wind, along with great plumes of smoke that I think got into my head...I have quite the headache now, lol.
After it was over, it was nothing but ashes and bones, and we kept adding stuff.
Here are a few pictures:
Hey Jordan, do you remember that pikachu I made out of paper and flour water at y'alls' house? My dad made a dragon, and Logan started a yoda? That's the pikachu burning in the picture above.
The pikachu again...lol. I feel a little guilty, aw well.
My dad threw some popcorn on the flame---and guess what? It popped! But the popcorn burnt...surprise surprise.
I also ended up cooking some pecans, straight from the shell on there. ;) They didn't taste bad, but goodness knows I didn't eat much. That smoke's probably toxic as all get-out, lol.
Heaven knows what we burnt.
