The good news is that the barbeque is not in low earth orbit; it's still out on the patio, more-or-less intact.
The bad news is that its valve knobs are twisted wreckage, and its control panel needs a paint job.
Spiders. Where I live is no place for an arachnophobe. The little devils are everywhere. They get into barbeque burner fuel supply tubes and clog them up with their silk. The resultant flashbacks can be pretty spectacular. This evening's certainly was.
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