The last couple of days I've been putting out fires. Literally. Pouring water onto burning wood.
In front of my house is a rice field. Next to it is a large vegetable garden. The other day one of the old ladies that grow stuff there started a fire. I don't know what was in there but it kept burning for the next ten hours. I could smell a little smoke when I left for work but when I returned my house smelled like a smoke factory. I grabbed a bucket and spent the next 15 minutes dousing the smoldering ashes. It felt pretty manly, taking matters into my own hands.
Same thing again today. Smaller fire but again too much smoke.