G’nite, Wolf.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but when you escaped the ville to buy fireworks to blow up your Army men, that’s when I made the determination.
I used to untie the bundles of lady-fingers, pick out the red ones, and tie them in little bundles with tiny strips of electrical tape. It looked like miniature dynamite bundles. That’s what I used for satchel charges on my Army men.
Perhaps pyromaniac isn’t the right term. Let’s go with “explosiphile”.
BWAHAHAHAHA...
We might have been neighbors as kids. 555555