I remember that night all too well. It was an August evening and my parents left me and my younger brother Steve home alone while the rest of my family went to watch one of my younger sister, April's, softball games. They left us together thinking they could trust us since I was the "big brother" and would be a senior in high school. I guess that turned out to be a real mistake in the end. If I remember correctly, Steve and I got bored after watching a few minutes of television. Our cable TV had been unplugged the week before, so the only channels we got weren't too exciting for teenage boys. In desperation, Steve begged me to find something for us to do. I decided that since it was still pretty nice outside, we could go out and create some fun of our own. And that's exactly what happened... We grabbed the BBQ lighter and started walking around the house and driveway looking for flammable items. Since I was in charge, I was obviously a little nervous, but I knew, or at least hoped I knew, that Steve had an idea of ​​what he was doing. Paper, leaves, and the occasional cat were getting pretty monotonous, so I told Steve we had to go home. Now, keep in mind that Steven benefits from attention, and while he's not the brightest crayon in the box, he loves having people around to laugh and joke with as he attempts his crazy adventures. So he suggested I move on to bigger and better things, promising me it would be worth it. I was a little curious about what he had planned, so I went with him just for fun. Besides, how bad could it really be? Pleased to have me join him, Steve grabbed a can of bug spray that was on our back deck. He also asked me to run to the garage and get as many spray cans as I could find. All I could muster was a jar of Lysol, Raid, and a half-empty jar of wasp repellent. I wasn't exactly comfortable with it, but Steve assured me that, thanks to the scouts, he was a professional arsonist. By now I was more curious than ever and therefore I concentrated on his every movement.