The lost battallion of Icarus

Ok, I looked at my candles last night while the light was on: too
cool. It couldn't be the heat source. Then I saw this new battlefield
of carnage.

The shelf below was littered with gnats. (that's the shark fin on the
left he apparently only likes raw meat.) It may not melt a candle, but
it's hot enough to fry a bug's brain.