An Explosion at Home

Maybe it's coincidence, maybe I'm just a hopeless klutz. It seems like something always goes wrong on the first day he's gone... Last time, I got a fever the night he left for Seattle, and today, I sprained my ankle and blew up an egg in the microwave. My mom had tried to warn me about the egg.... but I just stupid enough to heat it for so long. I don't mind wiping up the sides, but why do the egg white have to be stuck in the metal mesh?!?! I've tried cleaning it out with a toothbrush, but it's stuck good... Oh well, I'll let the mess sit there till I have the energy to clean it all up. In the meantime, I'm just gonna have to leave it alone.