Silly me. I readily agreed to let Genius spend the night with his friend, whose mother is just like me. And because everything is all about ME, I neglected to ask what the kid's father is like. As luck, or karma's butt-bite, would have it...he's just like Hick.
I was happily oblivious to the perils involved in this sleepover. Until Genius returned Sunday afternoon, and showed me the amazing pictures he had captured. You realize, of course, that I had given him the third degree before his departure on Saturday afternoon. Genius did not help his cause when he trotted out a giant cardboard tube containing glow sticks.
"Aren't these cool? We found some at the Dollar Store last time, and they were so amazing that we ordered these off the internet, twenty-five for only thirteen dollars!"
"What in the world! Are you having a rave? Taking E?"
"Ha ha. No. What's E?"
"Ecstasy. E is the street name. All the druggy kids call it that. I know. Because I watch TV."
"No. And we're not doing 'The Meth' either. His mom is just like you. She doesn't go for stuff like that."
Well then. That was good enough for me. I didn't even grow concerned when Genius didn't call me as instructed, to check in partway through the evening. After all, what could possibly go awry. That kid's mom is just like me!
The pictures Genius brought back were interesting. He's even give me a few to post here. But what I am NOT posting is a link to some video he took. Video of flaming mushroom clouds and raining fire that sets the grass ablaze. Flames resulting from a little backyard effort I mentally refer to as The Beginning of the Apocalypse.
It seems that these kids got the bright idea to set up a pilot light of rubbing alcohol. More like a ring of fire, in my opinion. They lit a circle of small flames, and set a GLASS bottle of various incendiary fluids in the center. Fluids like kerosene, gasoline, and torch fluid. Then the kid's dad, Hick 2.0, fired at it with a .22 while they filmed the explosion. Not cool. But everybody still has eyebrows. That I know of.
Here are some more calming pictures to get that image out of your sensible minds.
Here's another effort at capturing paint drops jumping on a balloon fragment over a speaker.
The host of this little shindig, lit up by glow lights, backlit by a cell phone.
And my personal favorite, a long exposure of kids roaming the yard with glow sticks. My favorite, because nothing is burning. Or exploding. Or receiving a bullet.
I really need to refine my interrogation techniques.