Take Heed, My Scryers!
My brother, 10 years my senior, definitely had a large influence on me. It wasn't until I was much older that I realized how much patience he had in terms of having me following him around. Well, most of the time he had patience...other times I think he was using me as a science experiment, but that's another story.
I remember one time, he had made his own skateboard, which was cool in itself, but he wanted to burn his name in it (way back then, skateboards were made of wood). I suppose he could have used a woodburning tool, but at that time I didn't know what that was, so it was at that very early age that I learned how, on a very sunny day, you could strategically place a magnifying glass on top of that wood, and actually burn your intended design into it. I never forgot learning just how cool that was. So, you would think I would know better.
Now, let's jump forward a few decades...
My pseudo-spouse (whom I endearingly call my darker half) and I have a very unique decorating style. Ouija boards are wall art, Halloween is a way of life, and creepy is cool. Recently, I acquired a sweet crystal ball to add to our decor (ok, it's glass, but it's still neat). I placed it here and there, trying to find just the right place for it. It finally looked just right placed on our little round table, amidst a Chianti bottle and a creepy animal skull, right in front of my stained glass panel which hangs in our picture window (western exposure).

Well, just the other day I was talking to my darker half while he was sitting at the desk which is right next to the little round table with the Chianti bottle, skull and crystal ball. On this particular day, our cat, "Baby" happened to be lounging on that table, just to the front of my crystal ball. And on this particular day, the sun was making his appearance (which hasn't been happening a whole lot lately, which is why I probably didn't even think this would happen).
"Something smells like it's burning," I said.
"It's probably supper! Go check the stove," replied Darker Half
"Nooo, it smells like it's plastic, or wires...maybe it's the computer!" I sniffed at the air, trying to find the source.
For reasons I don't recall, I looked towards Baby, peacefully sunning herself with little whisps of smoke coming from her back end...
"Oh geez! Baby is smoking!"

We quickly looked for the area where the source of the smoke was coming, and there, on Baby's little back side, was a perfect circle about the size of a dime where her fur was singed! Baby was giving us very nasty looks, totally ignorant (which is not unusual for her) that her fur was slowly turning to ash.
My mind quickly flashed back to the time I was intently watching my brother burn his name into the wooden skateboard with a nothing but the sun and a magnifying glass.
Not that I should have to 'spell' it out for you, but the moral of this story gives birth to my list of safety tips:
Pagan Safety Tip #1: Be Careful Where You Place Your Crystal Balls!
Watch for future installments of Pagan Safety Tips!
Feel free to comment and add your own Safety Tips of the Occult!
Soon to come: D'arcy's Adventures with an Iron Lung!
*To all who are concerned, only Baby's fur singed. She is fine and her fur has now grown back.
D'arcy
Little Salem