So, last night we had grilled trout for dinner. Very good. (Was from teh farmer's market and VERY fresh). Towards the end of dinner, I looked up and "Wow, that's a lot of smoke." My dad and I go scrambling out to check the grill. The drip pan, which catches the fat, was on fire. My mom called ou (joking) "Need a fire extinguisher?" to which my dad answered "Yes". It turned out okay, but there was some excitment, let me tell you.