Yep, we did some stupid things when we were kids, didn't we?:laughing: In the late '40s my dad drove a truck selling and delivering welding supplies in southwestern Oklahoma; bottles of oxygen and acetylene, cans of carbide, and hoses, gauges, torches, etc. A customer spilled a can of carbide on the ground and I got most of it for cleaning it up. As I'm sure you know, you can dump a tablespoon full of carbide in a coffee can of water and watch the water boil. And if you're quick, you can light a match and watch flames on top of the water. Now my dad told me to never use more than a tablespoon full of carbide at a time, but that meant the boiling and/or burning was very brief; just didn't last long enough. So one day, I very quickly dumped about 3 tablespoons full of carbide in the water and struck my match. There was a quick WHOOM! and the hand with the match in it felt like it was on fire. Fortunately, the pain only lasted a day or two and I had to be careful to not let my parents see that red hand because dad would have probably set my other end on fire.:laughing: