My smoke detector is extremely sensitive. If even the teeniest bit of something drips in my oven, it sets it off. I suppose this is good, since it decreases the odds that I will someday burn up in my sleep from an apartment fire, but it gets really annoying when I cook. Especially since I do have a tendency to wander away from the kitchen to do other things while my dinner is
So one day, shortly after I moved in (okay, that’s a lie… it was almost a year. I’m trying to make myself look better here), my smoke detector battery got low and the thing started beeping. You know that beep. It’s SO annoying. And since I knew that the sound carried (my neighbor’s needed its battery changed a couple months prior. I heard every beep for 2 days), I wanted to change the battery right away before I went to work, so it wouldn’t annoy people. Because that’s what kind of neighbor I am. I didn’t have time to go buy a new battery, so I grabbed one out of the kitchen drawer that I knew still had some juice in it. I stuck it in and went on my merry way.
When I got home, I heard the tell-tale beep as I was about to unlock my door. Apparently that battery had less juice in it than I thought. I turned right around and ran to the grocery store near my house, where I picked up the cheapest 9V battery they had. At a grocery store, that’s about $24.
I returned home, determined to be a responsible renter and not let the building burn down with no warning, and replaced the battery. Hooray! Responsible Adult Mairin is here to stay!
Two minutes went by…
WHAT?!? I knew that battery was good! Maybe I didn’t put it in right. So I climbed back up on the chair, removed the battery, waited a second, then put it back in.
SHIT! Now I was really getting annoyed. My smoke detector is one of the old-school ones, where the part that beeps is the part screwed the wall. I got a screwdriver, removed it from the wall and sat down on my kitchen floor to “fix” it.
I unscrewed as much as I could unscrew to see if something was loose and not touching the battery. And then it happened.
Now I knew (knew!) that there was NO WAY that the sound I was hearing could possibly be coming from the spot where the smoke detector had previously been screwed to the wall. And yet, that’s what I was hearing.
I just froze. I had no idea how to handle this. My brain couldn’t make sense of what was happening and therefore decided it wouldn’t even try. I stood there like a fool for a couple more minutes.
Wait. IS it coming from that spot on the wall? Is there anything else that could be beeping?
Apparently I have TWO smoke detectors! In my defense, this second one is in the shadows, blends in with the wall, and is above my not-very-high line of sight. However, it’s also right in front of the door when you walk in.
I should probably be more embarrassed about not seeing it, but I’m so glad I wasn’t hallucinating, I don’t even care.