The smoke detector downstairs began to chirp, and we had it so long I decided to assume it was the chirp that says “Don’t trust me, I am an aged smoke detector” and I just got a new one.
The new one chirps too. Nothing is raising an alarm, just a pouty “pay attention to me” chirp.
I love debugging things, while Gary does not. Gary says, “Ignore the chirp.” Instead I cleaned out the housing and turned off the light bulb that is just inches away instead of the recommended 3 feet.
Then Gary said, “That chirp is coming from the back of the basement, not where I replaced the smoke alarm.”
It turned out that it was an old CO2 alarm we’d forgotten about. Gary agreed we could relocate it up to his room and see if it had any complaints.
Yesterday morning I heard eight chirps in a row. Not three. Eight. Now that I hear they can network together I think the eight chirps are “Mom? Where are you? Mom? Mom?”
Also, the eight chirps came from the basement.
2 responses to “Domestic Mystery #1”
I do not like domestic mysteries that beep intermittently.
(admittedly, I prefer the ones that beep intermittently to the ones that smell terrible, either intermittently or otherwise! But still: please no beeping at me…)
But putting the positive spin on it – that they miss you and are asking where you’re at – seems like a response that might reduce how irritating it is to be beeped at? I will be interested in your conclusions, and hope for the conclusion of the beeping.
I haven’t heard any beeps since the massive explosion of eight beeps.I bet Gary will, though.