I was flame weeding next to a garden bed adjacent to my house and accidentally caught some dried thyme that was growing all around the perimeter. Easily a 20 foot ring. It went from 0 to 60 in seconds. Like if you’ve ever lit a dry Christmas tree it was like that. I ran and got the hose which was luckily only 30 feet away, but not hooked up, so I had to hook it up and turn it on which when you are flooded with stress hormones is really fucking hard.
I and was able to put it out but it was really fucking scary. My hands are still shaking 10 mins later from the adrenaline.
I am proud of myself for staying calm and focused and doing what had to be done in the moment but uh… Holy shit comrades
When I was in high school I was chopping up some leaves with our riding lawn mower, at the request of my parents. The leaves built up in the mowing deck and caught fire due to friction. I jumped off the lawn mower because I was afraid it would blow up, since I just filled up the gas tank. Tires melted, and there was a 20 ft burn mark all around the mower. I was too far away for our water hose to reach, but fortunately our neighbor saw what was happening and put the fire out with an extinguisher. I was not permitted to cut grass again for a while…
Ride on mowers cost as much as a car where I live. Did y’all buy a second hand one?
Edit: I fucking hate lawns :3
I don’t think it was second hand but this was 10+ years ago and we had already had that mower for like 20 years at that point.