It was an ordinary Monday evening when Winty noticed something unusual in the studio kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a strange plastic jug. It had a handle. It had a lid. It even had a little window in the side. None of this particularly concerned him. What concerned him was the tail. A long black tail emerged from the bottom of the jug and lay lifeless across the counter. “Ant,” said Winty cautiously. “Why has this jug got a tail?” Ant studied it. He picked up the tail and examined the small three-pronged object attached to the end. Without saying a word, he pushed it into a hole in the wall. Nothing happened. Winty looked at Ant. Ant looked at the jug. Then Ant pressed down a small switch. For a moment, the room remained silent. Then came a noise. A faint, low rumble from somewhere deep inside the jug. Winty took a cautious step backwards. The jug began to tremble. The water inside stirred. Tiny bubbles appeared around the bottom, clinging to the metal like something was waking up beneath the surface. The rumble grew louder. And louder. The jug began to shake with increasing violence. Steam crept from beneath the lid. The water churned and spat against the sides as the mysterious device roared towards some terrible conclusion. Neither man moved. Neither man spoke. The noise became deafening. Then—BAM. Silence. The switch snapped upwards. The jug stopped shaking. Ant calmly removed it from its base and held it out to Winty. “Try it.” Winty poured some of the water into a cup. Steam billowed upwards. He cautiously dipped in one finger. “Bloody hell!” He pulled it back. “It’s piping hot!” Winty stared at the cup. Then at the jug. Then at the tail disappearing into the wall. His eyes widened. “My God, Ant…” He lowered his voice, suddenly aware of the magnitude of what they had discovered. “We could be millionaires with this.” And that was the day Ant invented electric.