So, a few days ago, I was doing dishes in the kitchen as my mom was making dinner (an excellent meat loaf). All of a sudden, we hear this loud buzzing. Okay, what the hell. We look to the stove and its [tornado fang]ing glowing. First thought is "fire!". In my infinite genius, I OPEN THE STOVE to get a better look. Though, for what its worth, I only managed a glimpse because I only held it open for about a second.
Immediately, I turn the stove off. It gets worse. Oh [parasitic bomb]. We both back away and at this point, the buzzing is ridiculously loud and the inside of the stove starts going off like fireworks. At this point, my mom and I
haul ass. She actually may have broken her small toe because she hit it on the table and knocked it a good 3 or 4 inches out of place. We both end up on the floor in the dining room. We wait a moment and everything seems to have stopped. The kitchen is [tornado fang]ing filled with smoke.
After a few moments of opening windows, we're able to safely open the stove. This is what we see:
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What you're looking at is the bottom of the stove, the filament I think its called. It generates the heat for cooking the food. You're looking at a good half inch missing. Here's a comparison shot:
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Not the best shots in the world, but you can clearly see what the right side should look like and what the left side does look like.
Luckily, what seems to have happened is it blew the circuit it was on which cut the power to it so it didn't end up worse than it could've been. It was a [tornado fang]ing intense experience and scary as hell.
Also, the meat loaf was okay and turned out delicious.