My Ears Are Ringing
And not because someone is talking about me.
This evening our Kidde Nighthawk combination CO / explosive gas detector kept going off. I can usually smell natural gas a mile away and typically know when the oven has been turned on. I can even smell the water heater when I’m near it. But this evening I smelt nothing. And yet, 85 high-pitched decibels were killing my brain cells at 5000 per second.
I’ve had this thing false alarm before, most notably anytime alcohol, such as an open bottle of wine, gets too close to its personal space.
My wife, who is the wiser one in our marriage, insisted on calling the gas company. They came and ran tests with their industrial strength gas detector. Nothing. The service tech rolled his eyes at the Nighthawk and said that they get false alarms “all the time” and we should call the Kidde and explain to them how much we enjoy being freaked out as we’re getting ready for bed.
Checking out Amazon reviews, one can see that this is not an isolated incident.
Not much worse for the wear and somewhat enlightened, we’ll be tossing the Nighthawk for a plain old CO detector and relying on our noses from now on.