As a boy, I once tossed a wire coat hanger up onto some power lines. The resulting blinding purple flash and rain of molten metal so charmed my companions that we spent the rest on the evening trying to reproduce the results with about fifty hangers. We never got another light show. It’s amazing how much dangerous fun we had in those bad old unsupervised days.
Prolly because you tripped the breaker with the first one.
Sounds like y’all had some fun!
By the time I saw him, he appeared to be purple and there was another boy at the base of the tree looking up at him. My mom was driving and didn't see anything of this. I told her "mom, that boy in the tree is purple." She said it was not nice to lie.
Later she went to the store and explained to me what I saw and said sorry. It's easy to understand, and I tell her to this day I would not believe me either.
So sorry for the kid.
I've never been comfortable around electricity since then. That image is sealed in my mind forever.