I did not know how satisfying it would be to smash something with a hammer.
In my defense, it seemed to be the only solution.
My husband THANKED me for taking a hammer to it.
I promised him that if it happened again, I’d let HIM use the hammer.
You may remember that we have torn apart a good piece of our house for the kitchen renovation. One small bit of that is the smoke detector that used to be in the front hall. I’m not sure WHY we still have it, as the contractor put up a new one when the knob & tube wiring was replaced there. The old one has been sitting peacefully in the dining room, doing nothing. Until this evening.
I was sitting here reading, and my husband was on his computer, and the smoke detector decided that there was a fire. The blaring alarm sounded, and her concerned voice chanted “warning! fire!” Except there was no fire.
I kept pressing the button to make it stop. Oh please dear heavens STOP!!!! Every time I thought I had stopped it, the alarm went off again. I took it outside and tried to find the right spot for stop. My husband came down and brought it back into the light and tried to find the right spot for stop.
I went for the hammer. I said to him “take it outside and put it on the front walk”. He did. I took the hammer and began smashing at the alarm. It stopped. I hit it a few more times anyway. It felt very good to hit it. 🙂
We brought it back in and tossed it on the table. My husband is secretly hoping that it goes off again so that HE can smash something with the hammer. 🙂
Smashing things with a hammer is very satisfying. This may be my new hobby.