A couple of nights ago I woke up to the chirps again. This time it was in the unfinished part of the basement. Yesterday I went to the store, picked up some shiny new batteries, put them in the two bad smoke detectors, placed them back on the ceiling and went to bed. Much to my dismay, I woke up at 3:00 in the morning to the chirping once again. This time they double teamed me, spacing the chirps perfectly so that my sleep was interrupted with "chirp, chirp" every 15 seconds. It felt as though someone was drilling into my frontal lobe with every chirp. I leapt out of bed, grabbed both smoke detectors, wrapped them in a towel to silence them and went back to bed. Finally I was able to get a bit of peaceful sleep, even if it was only for an hour. So what happened next? Of course, you guessed it, "chirp, chirp." This time I stormed out of bed, grabbed the smoke detectors, threw them onto the front porch and got in the shower to get ready for work.
When I came home from work I was greeted by the sweet chirping sounds on my front porch. Without any premediated thought, a devious plan was hatched in my head. The formula was so simple.
Take two possessed smoke detectors.
Add one cement porch.
Gently add a baseball(at approx 65 miles per hour). Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Etc.
What do you get?
That's right.....no more chirpy chirpy.
I guess they learned not to mess with me.
