A Tiny Bright Triangle

A flash of neon yellow—gasp! I scrambled back, heels skidding on the slick kitchen counter, arms windmilling in pure panic! Danger?! An ambush?! I froze, breathless... total silence. Slowly, very slowly, I crept forward on tiptoes. It wasn't an attacker at all! Stuck right onto the cool chrome toaster was a tiny, glossy triangular sticker—a bold black flame inside a bright yellow warning sign! A real hazard symbol! My heart thumped. I leaned in close, tapping the glossy paper with one rubbery finger. Smooth. Cool. Harmless! I let out a wheezy sigh of relief, slumping happily against the metal to admire my shiny new neighbor.