Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: this happened a few years ago, but [this story about a lighter](https://www.reddit.com/r/tifu/comments/5cdhct/tifu_by_dropping_a_lighter_in_a_fryer/) made me remember. 

i was renting an apartment on my own then. it was a new building (my previous apartment was a beautiful historic structure that was bought by a hotel chain, so all of us had to move) filled with new equipment and furniture. 

i was feeling lonely on the fourth of july, since i had just been moved to the edge of town and was stuck with the bus at the time. fireworks were against policy and probably city code so it was quiet, but i wanted to have a little holiday fun.

what i did was almost beautiful in its simple stupidity. no context or excuse can redeem me of my own idiocy. i had a bunch of big old bundled firecrackers sitting around, waiting for a lapse of judgement. i can't light it outside, so why not in my own private quarters? something in me said that the smoke would be my biggest problem, so i went to my stove, lit a firecracker, and sealed it into a mason jar.

a basic understanding of thermodynamics or physics or even common sense would have told me what a foolish move that was. needless to say, the jar instantaneously filled with smoke and light, and my eyes widened in the cold realization of what i'd done. before i could think to react, the jar erupted apart in a thunderous, shattering explosion while the lit firecracker belched ash and detritus into "my" new kitchen.

the aftermath was severe. feigned concern when my neighbors knocked on my door kept me from being punished for my crime, but i spent the next week scrubbing soot from all around my stove, countertops and hardwood floors, picking tiny pieces of glass from every corner, and nursing itchy scratches on my forearm.

i wish i could say that this is further in my past, but it is not. i was a grown man who absolutely failed at common sense, and the lesson i learned is fresh and poignant. i'm just glad the consequence was work instead of life without a finger :p

tl;dr *innocent indoor ignition inspires idiot's introspection*
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edit:

TIFU by making a bomb in my kitchen