Oh purple bowl! You came to me in an Easter care package my mother mailed me when I was living in Somerville, Massachusetts. I don’t recall the other things in that package, but I took to you immediately. You were a big bowl, but not very heavy and you got a lot of use. I planned to keep you with me for many more years. But no. You were in the oven, doing your job of proofing bread, and I forgot about you and preheated the oven to 400 degrees. 
No bread for me. And worse, no more purple bowl. I’m sorry you didn’t get a longer life. And I’m also sorry I didn’t get to complete the last thing on my to-do list this weekend. 
Oh no! That’s a pretty thorough disaster. How did the oven fair? I hope there wasn’t tons of melted bowl to clean out of it.
There were drops of melted plastic that I had to clean off the bottom. Then I used the automatic cleaning function to clean the whole oven. Everything smelled like plastic for a few hours, but thankfully I was the only one home. Matt was out of town and the upstairs neighbors were out of town.
The harder part was scraping the plastic off the racks. I don’t think I got everything, because there is still a short-lived smell of plastic when I heat the oven.
Multitasking = bad.