Frightening Discovery

So when I woke up this morning and entered the bathroom this is what greeted me:

So Brian is trying to either:

1. Electrocute me
2. Kill my poor hair straightener
3. Send me a passive aggressive message that he would like for me to put my hair straightener away

The thing is, you have to wait for the hair straightener to cool before you can put it away so that means it stays out more often than not. I didn't realize it bothered him quite so much. I guess I'll have to find some way to threaten the lives of the slippers that he leaves laying on my dresser EVERY SINGLE NIGHT.
At any rate I guess this is better than waking up to find a horse's head in my bed.