We’ve had a little problem here for nearly two days now. A beeping problem. What on earth is that beeping sound?
And it is driving these poor dogs crazy.
Not a couple of beeps or a rapid beeping sound, so that I could rush through the house trying to isolate it.
Just the occasional short beeps.” With no exact timing in between beeps or a beep pattern.
This morning I did my yoga stretching on my mat with a terrified Abi curled around my head because of this noise.
Then I let the dogs outside.
Abi is always the first to want back in. But this time I had to go hunt her down. She didn’t want to come into the house because of the beeping sound.
Is The Sound Coming From The Smoke Detector?
My first thought, early yesterday morning, was that it was the smoke detector. So I took it down. I took the battery out and put a new one in. Then I put it back up.
And I heard another beep. So I climbed up the step ladder and took the darned thing back down.
I don’t even know how many times I did that. Now it is laying on a table. I even used a screwdriver to remove the little enclosure where it fits into the ceiling.
But it wasn’t the source of the beeping. Nope. The misery continued. Unabated.
This is getting ridiculous, I thought. A beeping sound is driving us all around the bend.
First I Thought The Sound Was From The Kitchen:
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 removed the extension cord. Then I replaced it with a power strip.
I knew this couldn’t be the source of the beeping, but I was at a loss about what to do at this point. But I know I have to do something, I realize with Abi close at my heels. If I stop fast she’s going to run up my back.
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. And knew I was going to have to twist and pull 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.
Now What Do I Do?
So then I was faced with: How on 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 flashlight and finally figured out that the red button that turns on the power strip had been turned off.
After much twisting and reaching and breathing in of dust bunnies, I rectified the problem.
Then I realized I might have pulled it out too far. The ice maker…
Did I Just Break The Ice Maker?
I took the container full of ice out and dumped all the ice in the sink, Then I put it back in place. I waited, my right ear to the door, to see if I could hear water running to the ice maker.
One problem just seems to lead 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 isn’t playing and yapping and aggravating Charlie.
I fear she will have to be fitted for a straitjacket soon if I can’t figure out where this beeping noise is coming from.
What Should l Try Next?
Well, if I look online or in the phone book, what do I look under? What would be the company name?
Beeping fixers? Beeping annihilators? Beeping finders? Ghostbusters?
There obviously isn’t going to be an advertisement for such a problem solver.
I’ve done everything I can think of to do. So I go and stand in every room and listen. I still can’t figure out which room it’s coming from.
No matter what I do, I am faced with a monster that beeps.
Abi jumps and raises her head fearfully. She is but a shadow of her former self.
What Else Has Batteries In This House?
I can think of only a few things that have batteries in this house. And it’s a very small house.
A flashlight, two clocks, and a smoke detector. If there’s something else, I don’t know what it could be.
My Poor Babies Are So Anxious:
Abi is now huddling underneath a plant stand.
I am beside myself. Whenever I do figure out where this beeping is coming from, maybe I will bash it with a hammer.
It is now thirty-six beeping hours and counting…
Abi will possibly need therapy after this. Or a dog whisperer.
Weeks from now, when and if I figure this out, I’m sure the story will be funny. I hope I will laugh at myself for not realizing right away what the crazy beeping sound was.
Unless…I still haven’t figured it out. I don’t even want to think of that possibility.
But right now I’m faced with (there it goes again) a beeping noise that is holding everyone in this house hostage. That has Abi stuck to me like glue.
Whatever could it be? I need feedback. ANY IDEAS OUT THERE?