Firesaw!

The captain finally got around to burning the saloon doors that used to lead to the guest bedroom.

They must've been quite dry, because they went up fast!

The pineapple was particularly spectacular as it burned. Good bye saloon doors! I'd like to say I'd miss you, but that would be a bold-faced lie.

Via con quesa!

Slowly, board-by-board, we're burning the cottage we bought.