It was a nail-biter for sure, but the beeping siege has now ended. It was touch and go with my sanity for two days while the beeping siege relentlessly dragged on.
If you want to drive someone and their dogs absolutely nuts, hiding a beeping object in their house will do the trick.
Had To Be In The Dining Room, I Decided:
Through trial and error, I finally decided the beeping was loudest in the dining room. So I sat in a dining chair and began my vigil.
I looked around the white potting bench.
I looked around the black shelf next to it where my gardening books and magazines are stored. Nope. Crossed that off the list.
I looked at the red hutch in the corner. Then I sat on the floor and started dragging everything out of it. But I couldn’t find anything demonic enough to have caused all this trouble.
I got back up and sat in the chair again, pulling it close to the hutch and black sideboard.
I put Abi down and threw open the door of the black sideboard that was closest to me. Then I dragged most everything out of there.
I found a few electrical items. So I put them on the table and looked them over.
There was a small pump for a tabletop water feature.
I waited for the beep, my face about six inches from the pump. (Yes, I know this sounds crazy, but I was beyond crazy at that point.)
Nope, that wasn’t it.
Beeping With No End In Sight:
I found a flashlight. Unlikely. But I wasn’t letting anything get past me at this point. I put it on the table and waited.
No, not the flashlight.
I looked again and all I could see were cans of spray paint.
Unlikely. Even in a horror movie.
I sat back down.
Feeling A Bit Desperate:
Charlie Ross would occasionally bark at something outside and I would shush him.
I realized I was whispering to the dogs. But I didn’t want one sound interfering with the job at hand.
I couldn’t bear the thought of one more hellish night of beeping.
The drawers! I opened the top one and rifled through the dish towels.
Was It In The Second Drawer:
I pulled open the second drawer. Nothing there but more dish towels and some fabric napkins.
I was down to the last drawer. When I opened it I saw that it had obviously, over time, become a junk drawer.
If I learned one lesson from this, it is to occasionally clean out and purge the junk drawer.
The enemy was in there lurking.
Was It An Old Cell Phone:
I found an old cell phone. But I no longer had service. I laid it on the table alongside the flashlight and the water pump. And waited.
I couldn’t believe that wasn’t it, even if I haven’t used it in months. I’d had such high hopes that this vigil was about to end.
But I still didn’t want to let that idea go yet, so I held it in my hand as I started rifling through the rest of the drawer.
And There Was An Old Smoke Alarm:
I pushed things out of the way hither and yon and found an old smoke alarm.
Aha! I put it on the table and waited. Abi shifted about my lap and Charlie saw another squirrel outside and barked. I shushed him again.
Fifteen minutes passed.
I waited some more. I’ve now waited for three hours and there have been no more beeps. So I guess somehow it stopped when I picked it up.
I’ve been sitting here working on the computer and the thing I have come to hate is on the arm of the chair. Not much more than a foot from my face, just in case it isn’t done torturing us.
Just in case it isn’t even the culprit and I have even more digging around to do.
But What If It Isn’t The Culprit:
What I really want to do is take it outside and stomp it with my good foot.
Abi has calmed down and napped a bit. She’s had a rough couple of days of beeps.
I don’t quite know what to do with this thing. No telling how long it has been down there under the other junk.
I stop and think what all I’ve done to find this monstrous thing in the past two days.
Two Full Days Of Beeping Torture:
Well, I scared myself silly when I pulled a cord and the refrigerator went dead.
I climbed multiple times up and down the step ladder to put up and then take down the smoke alarm in the hall.
I’d taken multiple electrical cords out and replaced them. Opened every single door and drawer in this house.
All with Abi stuck to me like glue.
So I suppose this debacle is over now. I’ve decided to take it outside and maybe put it in the garage. In case it decides to come to life in the middle of the night.
What A Horror Story:
I do believe there is a horror story here spun through the events of the last two days. Stephen King could have a go at it.
I can’t tell you all the crazy things you get to thinking when constant beeping sounds have intruded upon your life. And driven you half-mad in your own house.
It was getting dark. So I took the smoke alarm outside, opened the gate, and started opening the garage door.
The thing chirped once more before I set it in the garage and closed the door.
I now had my evidence. The beeping siege is finally over.