Is it evil?

The other day my housemate Craig was vacuuming up ashes around the wood stove, and apparently some weren't quite out yet. Ross and I saw smoke coming out of the vacuum; the stuff inside the bag had caught on fire. So Craig fumbled comically with that for a while, finally wrestling the smoking bag out of the vacuum and out of the house. Oddly, in a few minutes he came back in the house with the bag and said, "I know what to do with it, I'll burn it in the woodstove!" See, he didn't want to put the smoldering bag in the garbage and catch that on fire, too. (Later I asked why he didn't just throw it in the snow. He didn't have a very good answer to that one.) Anyway, after throwing the bag in the woodstove it became apparent that the bag wasn't just filled with dirt; it was filled with dog hair, which really stank when it burned.

Yep, just another day in the life.