Like many of you, I’m a big fan of Home Alone. And for the last 30 years, I’ve watched this iconic film many, many times.
TBH, I’d never spent much time wondering what this thing really was — all I knew was that it heated up the fancy door knob enough to burn an “M” into Harry’s hand. And that was that.
I asked a couple of friends and coworkers of varying ages if they knew what it was, and the response was the same. No one knew what it was:
And now you know.