Been there, done that.
Back in the days before I attained my current level of near-perfect
wisdom and trademark circumspect caution as regards accelerants and explosives...
I had a brush pile that needed burning.
Typical procedure is to slosh it up real good with diesel.
Diesel & gas were kept in identical containers hereabouts.
(You can see where this is going, I know you can.)
You would think I’d have smelled the difference or noticed
that gas is “more sloshier” than diesel. You’d think so.
Nope, didn’t happen. Sloshed up that brush pile real good.
Bent down to light the bottom of it with my lighter and WHOOMP!
It did indeed and most righteously blow me back a few
feet and onto my ass, with a bit of exfoliation as a bonus.
Probably would have made a good video.
Spray painted the diesel can blue. So far that has helped.
I had my own Whoomp! moment when Bryan and I were burning leaves. I was wearing a polyester sweater, and the arms and part of the front got all cripsy and hard from melting during the blast. Fortunately, I didn’t get burned, but I did learn a lesson.
I loved that sweater. Sigh...
I grew up with a burn barrel used behind the barn for most of our trash.
I often used an “accelerant”, to help it along, mostly for my entertainment.
Combining too much gasoline, with a paper trash sack sitting on grating raising it from the bottom, eventually led to the launching of a flaming bag of trash.
After running around madly, stomping out the multiple grass fires and imagining the beating I would get from Dad if I burned down the barn with his boat inside, I learned to use more moderation.