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Well, that's one more checkmark I can put in the column of "hilarious kitchen fires" and "reasons why Emily should not be trusted to complete basic household tasks without adult supervision."

Lit up a burner so that I could heat up my cast-iron skillet to fry some onions. Turned around to chop said onions. Turned back to the stove and noticed:

-Black smoke, that's a bad thing, right?
-That smell, that's a bad thing, right?
-HOOOOOOKAI THERE SHOULD NOT BE SO MUCH FLAME COMING FROM MY BURNER.

It was my spatula handle that was on fire. Because somehow I had left my spatula on the stove with the handle over the burner, and I managed not to notice it.

SEE GUYS I TOLD YOU I WAS RIGHT TO BE SCARED OF GAS STOVES.

Turned on the water in the sink, grabbed the spatula by the spatula end, and stuck the flaming part under the water, so it was over fast enough, and now I have some cornbread in the oven and I do hope it will come out not smelling of plastic smoke.

The spatula is still perfectly usable.