Nope. No. Uh-uh.
In case of a fire, we’re all gonna fucking die because, let’s face it, there is no shoe big enough and no tissue thick enough to get this job done. It’s not happening, just run. GO. Save yourself, or – better yet – bust out the s’mores.
Might as well go out with some chocolatey, marshmallowy, graham cracker goodness, because Mother Nature clearly HATES US ALL.