So let me tell you guys what just happened to me.
I've been away on business for about ten days and tonight was my first night home. After being away for a while, I decided just to stay in by myself tonight and relax. Since I was home I decided to organize my comics a bit. I have about 800 or so comics that I've bought in the last several months that haven't been alphabetized and put away yet. So I took the boxes of these comics into my dining room and started setting them in piles to organize them. A, B, C, etc piles.
Now, since I had been gone for a while, my house was smelling a bit stuffy where it had been closed up. So since it's fairly nice outside here, I opened the windows. I also lit one of the those big smelly candles (the ones with 4 wicks) and set it on the dining room table, on the opposite side from the comics, near the window to get a good vanilla scent going through the house.
I'd pretty much sorted all of the comics when my brother called. I hadn't talked to him in a few weeks so I went into the living room and talked to him and ended up talking for a couple hours. When I got off the phone with him, I went back to the dining room to finish up what I was doing.
And when I got in there I found that the breeze flowing through the window caused the big candle to burn unevenly, and one side had melted down, causing the wax to spill out on the table. And over the course of the two hours I was talking to my brother, it managed to flow all over the piles for J through M covering a few dozen comics in hot, vanilla-scented wax.
****ing ****
So now all of my JLA, Marvel Handbooks, Kabuki, Lions Tigers and Bears, and a crap-ton more comics are ruined.
****.
Stupid breeze. Stupid candle. And totally ****ing stupid ME for letting this happen.
So tomorrow it looks like I hit the comic shop and probably eBay to try and replace all of these.
And this just proves the fact, that men should NOT own candles. They're nothing but trouble.