Stinky Situation

Last night at about 11:30ish Laci woke me up because she smelled something potentially hazardous. To me it smelled like a mix between an over-heating car and a very potent paint (I don't know, maybe I just thought of that because it was so late). Anyway, we went out into the living room to investigate, and the smell was about 100 times worse there! After inspecting the kitchen and living room, we discovered the problem. We had started the dish washer before going to bed (we have the kind that hooks up to the sink if anyone didn't know) and underneath the bottom rack of the dishwasher we discovered that our bread knife had somehow slipped through the cracks and the handle melted on the metal ring thingy that heats the dishwasher up (you like my terminology? I don't know how else to describe it). It took us an hour or so to remove the stench of melted plastic from the apartment. The knife is now permanently fused to the bottom of the dishwasher, thus, the dishwasher is now useless, except for the fact that it provides a little extra counter space. Doesn't that sound like a fun night?