When we lived in Butte, MT, mom bought us plastic covered mittens. We lived in a old house with a floor furnace. We had just come in from outside and were eating lunch when we began to smell something bad. Jerry had thrown his mittens on the floor furnace to dry (a habit from having mittens made from yarn) and the plastic had melted and was dripping into the furnace. What a mess - but funny! We were all laughing - except mom - of course. I still think it's funny!