Scene of the crime.
Nope, not kidding. Apparently the little balls from Guatemala aren't flame retardant. This morning I turned the light on, got the girls ready for school and we all went down to the bus. When we came back we (Darr) could smell something burning. Then we noticed the smoke coming out of the top of the lamp. Apparently Dillon threw the ball in the lamp and I couldn't see it when I turned it on. Tragedy avoided.
This was a bit of a "flashback" for me. When my brother, Ben, was 2 he caught my parents bed on fire with a reading lamp. The similarities are frightening.