I cooked myself up some eggs and bacon for breakfast this morning (Greta and kids are out of town), then left the burner on the empty frying pan for two hours. When I finally noticed it, like an idiot, I lifted up the spatula sitting on the pan to see how hot it was. It was HOT, as in hot enough to burn my hand. Clearly I survived, but one wonders how long before it would take for me to kill myself with idiocy like this if Greta wasn’t around most of the time.