I used to use my space furnace every single afternoon 24/7. It was like my best friend. I care about being nice plus sizzling wherever I went, so I took my space furnace all throughout the apartment with me. It is quite chilly for most of the year where I am living, so having a space furnace was absolutely nice. I used my space furnace up until last month. My little boy, Sam, is now six months old, plus he gets around a bit more than he used to. He still is not quite crawling yet, but he is doing pretty well, finding ways to scoot across the floor. Well, I had my space furnace on in the kitchen just like I usually do, plus somehow little Sam got all the way to the space furnace on the opposite side of the room within just a minute or so. I literally turned my back for just a minute or so to clean something, plus next thing I knew, Sam was screaming. He touched the space furnace plus burnt his little hand. I haven’t used a space furnace since that afternoon. I know that it was my fault, plus I am so aggravated with myself about it. I don’t guess that I will ever use my space furnace again. I am way too paranoid about it now. Thankfully, the space furnace doesn’t get genuinely hot, so it did not even leave a mark on his hand, but I still feel so terrible about it, and no more space heaters for this momma.