I panicked and tried to pat out the fire with my hands but the brittle, dry macramé cord was fully ablaze within a few seconds. All I could do was stand there and scream for help. The owl was now a fireball which was scorching my wall and dropping cinders onto the carpet.
—Macramé Disaster (Catenema)
Also worth reading — Cub Scout Confidential. Found via an amusing MetaFilter thread on macramé.
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