Frank, seems to me that you have an unnatural fear of gas appliances. I've had gas since I can remember. It was only after I got my first apartment that I ever had an electric stove. I prefer gas for cooking and electric for baking.
As I mentioned in the recipes forum, I have three phobias, of which natural gas appliances are one. The other two are fear of automotive batteries and fear of automotive radiators.
I doubt this fear is irrational, and it doesn't keep me from using such things. However, like the sodhouse pioneer wife who goes home to find a rattlesnake coiled up in the middle of the dwelling, one deals with it. One never gets comfortable with it, or even used to it, but one deals with it.
One deals with it; never routinely, never happily.
I reasonably suppose these phobias are based upon childhood stories and observation; my parents, remember, ran small-town hospitals and were R.N.s, in addition one an anesthetist and one majoring in surgery, and the pace of life, for a young lad, alongside the calm mellow laid-back Platte River of Nebraska, was slow enough that one could absorb the world comfortably.
The town, population circa 3,000, was a farming community, and in addition sat alongside the main line of the Union Pacific railway, the most important railway in America, and Highway 30 and Interstate 80, the most important roadways in America. And lots and lots of alfalfa mills.
All sorts of things happened, very few of them pretty.
The parents used to discuss such things, vividly, in my presence, assuming, I suppose, that I wasn't capable of picking up on them. People messing with natural gas (and propane), and suffering dire consequences, littering the countryside, were a dime-a-dozen.
And then there was the description of somebody messing with an automotive battery, which exploded.....eating away his throat and chest with acid which exposed his ribs and lungs.
And I personally used to see some guy, "Old Crusty," who according to his obituary was only 29 when he died, though, blind and the upper half of his body nearly all skin-grafted. He had popped open the radiator cap of an automobile when it was still hot.
I will deal with natural gas, automotive batteries, and automotive radiators, if I have to, but I'll never be comfortable with it, or used to it.