Eggs on the ceiling

About two months ago, I forgot my pot of eggs on the stove while doing other tasks around the house. The stove setting was quite low, but I let a lot of time go by until the water was boiled out and the blackened eggs eggsploded. Get it? Eggsploded! Ha. Ha.
The result was pieces of egg on the ceiling, a pan that was nearly impossible to clean, no boiled eggs, and my ego shattered. Eventually, I managed to clean the pan. My Ego is still shattered. I did promise myself to never leave a pan unattended. Smart!
Well, tonight I did it again. I must admit that it took the third egg eggsploding before I realized what was going on. The same scene was found when I rushed into the kitchen. I am such an idiot! I hate to watch a pot boil for six minutes. It seems one should be able to check back before the disaster. Nope. Not me, anyway.