Up in Smoke

I'll tell you right now, I'm not a big fan of the magnifying glass-as-child's-plaything concept. Mostly because I myself once had many adventures with a pyrotechnic lens, and it never ends well. So the new people that moved into the smallest apartment, possibly 300 square feet on the top floor, are already not my friends, since they think that turning two six-year-olds loose in the yard with a magnifying glass is a good idea. I haven't seen an adult yet, but the little terrors prowling around in the bushes by my truck are freaking me out, and it won't last long.