Candlesticks aflame!
The Friday before last, I lit the candles as usual and left for davening and dinner. Michael informed me when I came home that one of the candles had burned down and somehow caught its (wooden) candlestick on fire. He kept an eye on it, but it burnt itself out.
The candlestick was nothing special—in fact, it was just part of a pair that the previous owner had thrown out when he moved out. But I didn't want to go and get candlesticks (not terribly appropriate). So I got two non-matching, unused ones from my mother and now I use those.