hair fire

> I was lying in bed on night, and I leaned back into> the candle that was sitting on my headboard. I didn't> know that I had caught my hair on fire right away. I> heard a crinkling noise, like paper being rubbed by my> hair,so I ignored it. A couple of seconds later, I> realized that my hair was in flames! I jumped out of> the bed and started slapping myself in the head to put> the flames out. When all the excitement was over, it> wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.This reminds me of the time I was sitting in front of the fireplace enjoying the warmth of the fire, when suddenly the fire went POP! sending an ember right into my hair. There were no flames, and I never found the damaged part, but I did smell it. I also have a gas stove, and with a growing beard (over a foot long now), cooking is hazardous. My beard doesn't simply hang put. It likes to explore whatever it is I am doing, reaching out like an octopus with many arms, probing for who-knows-what. So far the only hair casualty in the kitchen is the hair on my hands. I guess I'm lucky in that regard.