The other night we were watching the Olympics when we heard what sounded like somebody kicking our front door, once, fairly hard. We checked it out but found nothing.
The next morning, Katy found what had made the noise. A bottle of my homebrew had exploded. Turns out that three bottles had cooked off in the hall closet - luckily the cardboard box they were in soaked up most of the beer. Still, I suspect the entry hall closet will smell like a frat house for a while.
I figured the weak point on a bottle would be the cap. Not so:
I had another 12 bottles from this batch and suddenly I wasn't too keen on keeping them around. I put together a short clip of what happened when I went to pour them out: