We’ve had a little problem here for nearly two days now. There is a beeping sound in this house. Somewhere. And it is driving poor Abi crazy.
Not a couple of beeps, so that I could rush through the house and try to isolate it. Just an occasional “beep.” With no exact timing in between beeps.
This morning I did my yoga stretching on my mat with a terrified Abi curled around my head.
Then I let the dogs outside.
Abi is always the first to want in. I had to go hunt her down. She didn’t want to come in the house because of the beeping sound.
My first thought, early yesterday morning, was that it was the smoke detector. So I took it down. I took the battery out, put a new one in. Put it back up.
Heard another beep. I climbed up the step ladder and took it back down.
I don’t even know how many times I did that. Now it is down and I even took a screw driver to take down the little thing it fits into out of the ceiling.
Not the source of the beeping.
This is getting ridiculous.
Last night after my shower I thought for sure the beeping was in the kitchen.
I moved the coffee cart away from the wall and took off the extension cord. I replaced it with a power strip.
I knew this couldn’t be the source of the beeping, but I am at a loss about what to do at this point. I have to do something, with Abi close at my heels.
Then I started looking at the mammoth refrigerator. The one that is in the VERY corner of the kitchen and a real bitch to move in and out.
I sighed. I knew I was going to have to twist the thing out.
Dust bunnies from two years of a refrigerator being in one spot floated up into the air. Then the red light that lights up the front panel went out.
So then I was faced with: How one earth am I going to get back there, because I cannot pull it all the way out and plug whatever it is back in? There just isn’t enough room.
I got my flash light and finally figured out that the red button that turns on the power strip had been turned off. Maybe that’s why the front panel light went off.
After much twisting and reaching and breathing in of dust bunnies, I rectified that.
Then I realized I might have pulled it out too far. The ice maker…
I took the container with ice out and dumped all the ice and put it back in. I waited, my right ear to the door, to see if I could hear water running to the ice maker.
One problem just leads to another problem. This is now beyond ridiculous.
I am now sitting in my chair typing. Abi is on a blanket between my legs. She is terrified.
You would not recognize this dog. She is not at all her usual self. She is not playing and yapping and aggravating Charlie.
I fear she will have to be fitted for a strait jacket soon if I can’t figure out where this beeping noise is coming from.
What do I try next?
Well, if I look online or in the phone book, what do I look under? Beeping fixers? Beeping annihilators? Beeping finders? Ghost busters?
Sigh. I’ve done everything I can think of to do. I go and stand in every room and listen. I still can’t figure out which room it’s coming from.
I am faced with a monster that beeps.
Abi jumps and raises her head fearfully. She is but a shadow of her former self.