What a night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Around 2am, the battery in the floor level plug-in CO2 monitor in the hallway by the bedroom failed. The device (plug-in, mind you) started to beep \u2013 approximately once every 90 seconds. This woke me. I got up and stared at the CO2 monitor, as well as the two ceiling mounted smoke detectors in the hallway, declared myself mentally incompetent to deal with the situation right then, and shut the door. This woke , who heard a beep and asked me to fix the problem at the source.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I grumbled, picked the wrong beeping thing, got a stepstool, and started to take down the smoke detector that\u2019s hardwired into our security system. This set off the house alarm. Sirens. Klaxons. Annunciators. Loud. Okay, okay, now I\u2019m awake. What? Huh? Help? Sirens? Help?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Replaced the detector in its sconce, went back into the bedroom, and keyed in the \u201call clear.\u201d Sirens stopped. Woah. Ow. Then the phone rings. Security firm checking in. \u201cWere you aware of the fire alarm on the second floor?\u201d Yeah. Yeah, I\u2019m aware. Ow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back into the hallway, unplug the correct beeping thing, remove the battery, and fling it in the closet. That\u2019ll teach it. Then, back under the covers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Perhaps 5 minutes later, my pulse is back down below 100bps, and we hear what sounds like an electrical short \u2013 also coming from the hallway. I\u2019m like \u201cwhat, huh?\u201d I get up, and localize it. There\u2019s a fly buzzing madly on the floor, going in tiny circles. I\u2019m assuming that the sirens drove it insane. Pick up the fly, out the window. Close the window. Back to bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n